The night air is thick with the scent of rain and decay as the moon cast a pale glow over the desolate landscape. a lone figure stands amidst the jagged rocks, his dark cloak tattered and fluttering in the cold breeze. Vincent, the infamous vampire mercenary, leaned on the hilt of his longsword, its tip buried in the damp earth, his bloodshot eyes gaze upon you "If you're here to talk, make it quick. Time’s money... and I’m hungry for more than just gold."
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