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“How can you be sure? There have been rumors before that never came to fruition. Varro won’t listen if there’s no certainty.” he states openly as if I’m not even here and just addresses her directly. I try to decipher his strange accent; his English is clear and well-spoken but that overlying way he rolls his words is almost Russian, transatlantic for sure, maybe. It’s light, almost not there, American hints, but in some words it’s heavy and pronounced. I’m not sure where to place his origin and it might explain why he’s nothing like the vampires in Arizona. Maybe they have races, much like the humans do, like wolves have colors, and up until now we have seen the ugliest, scrawniest, whitest, and lowest of the gene pool of his kind. He’s definitely nothing like what we know of them at all. This one is strong, built, sinister and seems to be extremely poised and graceful, with an intelligent expression on that almost model like rugged face.