Israfel stayed quiet during the heated converation, siding with the man at his table, being taught long ago that vampires were the spawns of evil. When the time came, he finnaly spoke up, his regal voice cutting through the air like a knife through butter.
"Please! Enough of this. I have not travelled this far to watch two strangers kill each other. Lets talk about this. Please, sit yourself down, vampire. I'm sure we can come to a civil agreement by talking this through." He was happy to be getting use of his diplomatic training. He had not needed to use it in so long...
The memory's of the Corps came back to him, filling him with confidence in this matter.
"This is not worth a fight."