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Two heads peeked out from behind Dunnel. Percival raised a finger up like taking a dictate. "C-can't we just ask one of the carriage owners to give us a lift to the next village?"

Clair hugged herself against the other vampire's back and keeping close to Dunnel for protection. "S-s-s-so cold.. I miss my bed back in the slums. The blanket was all fluffy with small stitching's of dolphins on it." She pouted, shivers running up and down her body with each step becoming more rigid.

Even for his size, the large merc had a fine white layer fovering nearly his whole front. Bit of the layer breaking away from his face as he grunted and spoke. "No flimsy cart can carry my weight, you want me to walk alone?"

Percival ducked in slightly, trying to stay out of the large man's eyesight. "Now, now, surely you get used to it after making it through a few civil wars?"

Narrowed eyes glared ahead from the ogre-sized brute. "Don't remember telling you about my past, only told Duskhelm that."

The bloodsucker averted his gaze. "Lucky guess?" He answered jokingly, but in all honesty a past like that was nothing unexpected from the many battle marks that adorned Dunnel.