I was looking through Aron's eyes. The gnome village looked better, but it had no walls. The problem with the land having been ravaged by the storm was that they could do nothing until spring.
And winter was around the corner.
"May I suggest something?" Aron asked, as he helped a gnome carry a wooden beam to a construction site. "Master Sylvan?"
He practically purred that last one, but I ignored it. For me, that was the norm for vampires.
Then again, every vampire knew something about me that I did not: my blood was tastier and lasted longer when it came to hunger than normal blood.
"Drop the master part, Aron, please. It is just Sylvan from now on," I said, as I continued to look. There were no good places for watchtowers. The soil was too unstable for the foundation of a wall. And even if we started to build one now…
"Oh? Just for me?" I heard the gnome giggle next to Aron.