Horizon Ridge cast away in time

Her scathing words cut into his thoughts as he weighs his options. Vermouth looks at her but says nothing. Instead, he takes a few steps away from her and gives his dark coat -- still damp from his earlier plunge -- a hearty shake. He stills a moment later, his eyes contemplative as they regard her.

"All bark and no bite," he remarks disinterestedly. "I never caught your name. I'm Vermouth."

He'll stay here for a few moments, at least, and sate his curiosity. But already, Vermouth is ready to move on with his life. He wants to hunt before his hunger begins to sap at his energy.