Taralda looked up from her gun as the elderly host of this tavern started to tell of a town's plight with fanged freaks. Indeed not just any vampire epidemic but a quite fearsome one. Bad puns about ''edgy vampires'' aside this was indeed quite a serious predicament even if it was not the reason she herself had come here. But again, the reason she came here had been long gone anyhow so she would be a fool and a uncaring fool at that, if she ignored this simple plead for help. Putting her gun down she turns her chair around to the rest of the assembly after the first gentlemen (with admittedly kinda funny hair) had finished

[I]''The good-looking hunk is right on the money, we should get off our behinds, march straight in to those bastards fanged faces and blow them off.''[/I] With a quick snatch she takes her revoler up from the table and spins it around her finger 
[I]''And what would make a vampire so stupid as to drink its whole supply up? Truly we are dealing with the vampire's equivalent of the short bus''[/I] Tossing the gun up in the air and catching it in her other hand she finishes off with a smirk before putting it down again.