Ankyra Sound calling doctor jones

Vlad was not much of a 'believer' as it pertained to the mystical, but it was only because it had never really come up. The Bratstvo had not housed many deep thinkers, and Vlad himself was not exactly the ponderous type - the sun rose and set, all lives ended, and he wasn't really sure why or how any of it happened. If Rosalyn was still kidding around, he was not able to tell. Perhaps he — and not Caoimhe — was the odd one out for not hearing the trees.

Vlad remained suspicious. He shuffled closer, narrowing his eyes at the patient. Knowing Rosalyn, she could very well be lying to make him look a fool - he had to proceed with his guard up. "Vaat thees 'megic' being? Ees for stories time for smol paapies wulf?"