Xavier followed the guardswoman to their headquarters in the city. While waiting for the paper work he was able to have his hood down, his fine pale skin, and his sharp colored eyes made him look elvish, his long hair down covering his ears made it easy for people to believe it. It helped him in the long run, better to be thought of as a drunken elf rather than a bloodsucking monster...speaking of he's going to have to get more now...which means hunting more people. He didn't like doing that but animals and the like just did not sustain him as well as well not just human blood, but thinking, feeling, emotional beings did. It was said during his time being experimented on. Too bad he couldn't remember the exact reasoning behind it all. He didn't talk to many people while waiting, preferring the darker corners of the barracks as he waited for the processing to end. He sighed and looked around, a courier dashed by and he grabbed the man by the scruff of his collar. "Hey here's 10 gold pieces, make sure this get's sent to a family in Alderia..." He tells the courier who and where to go specifically and then goes back to waiting. He sighed again and mumbles "How much longer will this take." He was impatient despite his long life and it showed easily, especially when he wasn't hooded or masked.