Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170103122737/@comment-5255416-20170118064920

"Seems like a decent guy," Taura says, trying her best not to smirk, "At least he's forward with his intentions, unlike a certain monk we've acquainted with. Why don't you search what's left of the cart while I take care of him?"

Taura turns back to the yak, who still struggles under the crushing weight of the fallen tree. She approaches and pulls out a large piece of bark from the tree. In her hand, the piece of bark changes in density and sharpness, turning it into a makeshift stake. The vampire gives the yak an apologetic look before driving the stake into his skull.