Christening the -Other- Boat

"My, my," Adon says, hovering over a small woman. He found her out in the field atop a tall plateau, going about her early morning chores. He was thankful for his new wings - without them, he'd have never made it all the way up here.

"So, the entrance to your city must be up here somewhere," Adon smiles, pushing his face up against her neck. "Wouldn't you say?"

"I'll never tell you!" she shrieks, her pasty face flush red and her thick eyebrows furrowed in rage. "You nasty vampire!" 

She tries to attack him again, but he's grown tired of that. With a lightning-fast swing of his claw, he slices her hand off. She howls in agony, clutching her bleeding wound.

"Don't bother, a cut from a Master Vampire will never heal," he snarls, standing up and kicking her over. "Don't worry. You've given me plenty of information already."