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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Callum did the same, going with Emmalia and staying close. "Em, I wasn't making a jest when I talked about abandoning the castle."
 
Em replied, "And I wasn't joking when I said I do not intend to give up my title and land as a LaFaren. I do not trust anybody else to run the West. Maybe Camilla, but nobody else."
 
"And the king will put in place another power hungry idiot. You were raised to be a warlord. You know the true weight of each decision you make, you are used to having that much power, you won't abuse it. Another man? I doubt it," Emmalia said.
 
Callum remained quiet, unsure what else he could say to sway Emmalia. He decided to think further on the topic, as they made it to Camilla, who was sitting up in her bed.
 
Emmalia was doing her best not to think about what Kai had said. "Camilla! You seem to be doing better. How do you feel? Have you fed recently?"
 
"I'm feeling fine, thank you for asking." Camilla said, waving when she saw them enter, but didn't seem to move too fast. "No, I haven't." She said in regard to her second question.
 
Camilla didn't reply, it was evident she was hoping for some blood to at least keep her going. "Can you bring me anything?" She asked.
 
Em shrugged. "I can't give you any, and we can't exactly ask a maid for their blood." Perhaps the corpses of the Order members, though....?
 
"Please, just get me blood." Camilla balled her fists a bit at the thought of getting any of it, and eventually continued, "Get me blood."
 
Em looked up at Cal to see what his thoughts on this were. A blood-lusted vampire could be very dangerous if left unfed.
 
Callum looked back at her, seeing that she wanted his opinion on what they should do. Eventually, Callum said, "We'll get you something to drink, just keep calm. Let's go, Em."
 
Em said, "Well, we have a number of relatively fresh corpses in the dungeon...." Em said. Earlier he had suggested his own blood, but she was not happy with that idea.
 
"Cal. She could go feral. Just the smell of blood might set her off, she could well rip out your throat. Yes you would come back but it would be a very painful death for you, and if she kills someone, she's that much closer to being permanently feral."
 
Callum nodded. "I'd rather you not go into the dungeon." He said. He guided Emmalia towards the nearby desk, with various tools among it, and put his wrist over a small dish and cut his arm with a dagger.
 

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