-Greta-
As the sun slowly climbed up into the sky, Greta glanced out the window at the rising orb of light. The day was turning light, erasing all traces of the shadows of the night. Greta's mind was preoccupied with who the mysterious arsonist from a few hours earlier was. It seemed as if he or she was targeting the hunters, based on the explosion that had swallowed up Kingsley Manor. She'd informed Stella of the elusive being, and the two had decided it'd be a good idea to look for him or her-besides the fact that they had no idea where to start. 

Squinting as a pool of sunlight formed on the floor, Greta got up and tightly drew the curtains shut. Darkness enveloped the small room again, and Greta breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up as Stella entered the room. Stella yawned languidly, noticing the closed curtains. "Damn. I was hoping to catch a meal before bed," she grumbled, her straight blond hair as impeccable as ever. 

"You're hungry already?" Greta asked, mildly surprised. They had fed before leaving from London, and although Stella was the vampire equivalent to nobility and was used to having blood regularly. It was understandable that she was feeling a bit peckish. Greta, on the other hand, had never been one to feed at consistent intervals, instead going out to hunt only when she absolutely had to. As a human, she had never been one to eat huge meals every day either. 

"I'll go out and get something to eat later on, when it gets dark tonight," Stella replied, retreating into the room that she was using as a bedchamber. 

"Stella, wait," Greta called. "I was thinking, maybe we should go looking for whoever had caused those fires. You know, so we can see if there are other vampires out there and if they'd be willing to help us root the Kingsleys and their little clan out of this region."

"That's not actually a bad idea, do you know any potential suspects?" Stella inquired, watching Greta with a keen eye. Greta shook her head, and sighed. 

"I'll go do some investigating right now, before noon comes," Greta answered, and grabbed the sunhat and parasol laying on a wooden table by the door. "I'll let you know if I find anything." With that, Greta stepped into the brightening day. She wandered aimlessly through town, unsure of where to start. Perhaps it would be beneficial to see the sites of the fires, so she headed back towards the dirt path behind the bar towards the woods and the manor.