"Yep, I'd love to get checked out for that vampire-y disease. I've never had someone dive on me trying to bite my throat open before... Cut open - but never bite open! Vampires..." Aria sighed heavily as she took a seat on the back of the cart. The client offered a hand to her, the spare bow still held in his free hand. She grinned before shaking it, giving the man a curious look. "You're going into Bruma, then?"

"Mhm. Thanks again, Odd Jobs. You two- well, three. Saved my life." The client said as he nodded at the carriage driver, who threw his bow into the back of the cart and reached for the nearest bottle of mead. "I can't imagine Vampires attacking the town directly, so I'll quick run across the border, see my family on the other side... At least I don't have to pay to get across, right?"

Aria shook her head and smiled, "Get going then, pal. Dragons, Cultists and Vampires be damned - in that order. We got you here safely." she chuckled, giving him a thumbs up as he began to walk off. He patted Cronic on the shoulder twice as he went on, carefully wading around the bodies and ash piles left from the fight.

Aria's proud gaze then fixated on her partner, "So...! We're gonna need a new door. And I believe Arcadia owes you a favour, so that should cover the disease-curing potions. Gods those things taste bland..."