Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-24736819-20170730151331

Drac sighed when the peasants ran. He crossed his four arms, only then realizing that he was transformed and holding weapons.

The kid's eyes widened in surprise and he let go of the weapons, looking around as if afraid he got caught doing something wrong. He took a look at the breton peasants who had fought him and knelt beside them, analyzing the wounds and quickly realizing he had lost himself in the battle. Broken ribs, swollen eyes and mouths...and worst of all a large cut on the stomach of one of them. He attempted to remember what happend and sighed in relief when he noticed that the wound had been the peasant's own doing instead of his fault.

It was then that he felt the sharp pain inside his guts, which meant he was turning back. Recovering his normal self was much easier than turning and much faster as well, so he took the opportunity to hear what the others had been saying amongst themselves.

He heard Bethany's situation and an idea crossed his mind. Going through his bag, which hid the treats and the book he had sneaked out of the Guild, Drac retrieved a small mug and approached the peasant with the gash on the stomach, pressing the mug against it and collecting a few ounces of the man's blood. Coolly, he treaded to where the hungry half-vampire was and placed the mug on her hand before turning around and returning to the injured man, where he would try to seal the wound using some of the peasant's own items.