Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170724210624

"Ew, no!" Ylva said, reasonably glad that they at least hadn't been mocking her or afraid of her. "My father is just like me. My mother is a normal human though. Humans actually kissing wolves would be the worst thing imaginable, I think."

"He is", the Guildmaster confirmed. "But nonetheless he will arrive before midnight. I do wonder just what sort of information he might've gotten from the Mold? It's not like the villain has revealed anything before during his incarceration, so I fail to see why this time would be different."

The old man shrugged and tapped with a finger against the eyepatch. "If only I had my 'seeing' eye, it certainly would've been to some use."

During the events that had sparked the Great Conflict a hero-turned-assassin had attacked the Guildmaster and cut out the eye holding half of the old man's powers. The eye had held the power to preserve everything it witnessed, thus rendering it very useful for keeping track of past events. But the assassination attempt had failed and the unknown perpetrator had fled into the night with the eye. Yet another loose thread to what could only be assumed to have been someone involved with what would become one of the most devastating wars in recent history.

"I am..." Bethany didn't seem like a particularly happy girl. "Unfulfilled, as he would call it. I am not a fully-fledged vampire, but I am also not entirely human. I am something in-between. An abomination in his eyes."