Ocean's Breath Plateau Hunting is not my forte

She shrugged. Not a usual response someone would give to near death experiences. He wondered what might have happened to this young girl, who so warmly accepted death. Not even he had such notions in his older body. Death was a frustration to him; he wished that he could be immortal like the strigoi of old, like his master had told him about. But their blood had been muddled over the years; he was merely a blooddrinker now, no more preternatural than the girl before him...

That gave him a thought. It flashed before his eyes and settled. He did not know what to make of it; he could not do something like that so soon. You have a purpose to live now, correct? Or at least, it will come to you soon, He observed her wan face, wondering what morbid thoughts ran through her young brain. You will soon perish if you stay here, unable to hunt. Come with me for a while,