"Raul Visigoth," I reply, from my place in the tree. "And yes, I realize that I am not safe in the night. In fact, I was rather anticipating that I wouldn't be." I hop down from my perch, studying the creature before me with her eyes. Tall, pale, keen sense of smell to not hear or see me up in the tree. Vampire was my first guess, but I am often surprised.

"And your name?" I ask her, hoping to find out much, much more...