[color=0076a3]"We have grander problems than superstitious peasantry now, tree-friend,"[/color] said Welt. [color=0076a3]"Look."[/color] He slowly pointed at the great worm come from the woods, bloodied and wrathful. He unsheathed his sword, which was, surprisingly, as sharp as it was the first day it was crafted, and seemed alive as much as Welt seemed dead. [color=0076a3]"I know this is unheard of, but we will all have to work together if we are to kill [i]that[/i]. It is wounded, and cannot fly; he burnt my cloak just before I came here. You should be able to bind him with roots."
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Welt then spurred his horse and it darted forward with great speed towards the man at the pyre. He dismounted and joined the fellow facing the beast and introduced himself as [color=0076a3]"...Welt. I believe the [i]vampire[/i] will have to wait for a while,"[/color] he said, staring at the bewildered serf; and his shape, now away from the holy paladin, gave off a subtle, almost unfelt, cold air. 

[color=0076a3]"Any ideas?"[/color]he asked, trying to turn his face away from the deadly sun.