@valiantspirit!
he hadn’t taken notice of it at first.
Nesdin knew that with the recent outbreak of bloodsuckers, their woes came twofold: one in the physical threat they posed against their adventuring parties, their want for fresh blood driving their malicious resolve in cutting them open. it was bad enough, venturing into the courtyard for the trinkets and relics of old that Solomon needed to secure legitimacy in bettering the conditions of the hamlet but now it seemed they took no issue in separating themselves from their squalid, bloodied court in search of victims.
but another threat came in a more sinister, underhanded fashion. it laid in the very victims the bloodsuckers claimed, it laid in their tainted blood. an infection was spreading in the hamlet, untreated wounds carrying the same madness that turned the ruined gentry into the frenzied beasts they were had the potential to instill that same thirst in their own allies. Nesdin... foolishly thought to count himself fortunate for his affliction. for certainly, there would be no way for the eldritch blood in his veins to coexist with this vampiric blight. he had even fallen privy to confirmation bias when a deep bite had left him with nothing but a stinging pain, free from the latent, growing craving others had attested to feeling.
but now, now he was knocking on the door of a respected... colleague. one whose penchant for studying diseases and ailments could perhaps use what he had recorded to help treat this cursed madness that ran tandem with the affliction he had unreliable control over AT BEST. now he felt the voices: growled threats and whispered pleas chattering away in his his very veins.
“Aya... Please-”
now he needed aya.