-they're not fighting yet, Hilde-
-they're almost just staring at eachother, with a blade near each of their necks-
Why are we doing this. You and I both know the other will not move.
The guilty have to pay the price, Lautrec...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSeems we've attracted attention, Orelia.
... -twists the estoc, slightly poking Lautrec's neck more-
Keh-heh... -also responds in kind-
-but neither of them-
-are really moving, they're just sort of giving eachother death stares-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postHilde. You can calm down. This is an old friend of mine.
Old friend, indeed. How could I be a friend to one so- sinful?
I'd have no idea, my dear. -sheaths his shotel- But how about we call it a truce? The Lords we serve can't see us here.
-reluctantly sheaths her estoc, snapping a look at Hilde- You a companion of this man?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postShe tends to a bonfire, keeping it alive. It is connected with her soul, when she is displaced the fire goes out.
Yes... the bonfires are important to the Undead. They're like beacons, a place where they can rest... and regain their humanity.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-gespenst takes note of the demon but doesn't feel bothered by it-
-he then follows after fen-