Falrien sat in a corner of the pub, surrounded by people that seemed hooked on the words he spoke and gazes he left them with. A small curl of pale pink lips when he smiled or the brief expressions he made showed that the porcelain face of his was in fact living and moving, and not a magicked sculpture come to life. His arm was draped across the shoulders of a young girl, probably twenty by his estimate. Though with his age...estimates could be very wrong. He smiled faintly down at her, his green eyes almost glowing bright emerald through the thick fog of Dwarven smokes, steam from the cook, and the shadow of the corner. All others seemed know their presence was no longer needed and left, some grumbling and muttering under their breath as they retreated to their original company. Falrien's smile grew longer, till it became a predatory scar that cracked his porcelain face. His cold lips flashed to her neck, teeth puncturing her neck. Blood rushed past his lips. He hadn't fed in so long. He pulled his lips away, leaving the girl with a giddy look on her face.
Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Falrien looked up at the noise that had started occurring around him. A thin eyebrow raised, he stalked closer. His eyes flitted gently as he watched peoples pulses. A smaller girl, her blood smelled of hidden power and fervent faith, made an announcement. 'Raiding a tomb...sounds fun' Falrien caught himself thinking as he watched more people take notice. Each of their scents powerful and giving this creature of the night more intimate details then they would know.
The dwarf that stumbled to the paladin was thick with the heavy stench of beer and stones. Dwarves often claimed they had magma for blood and stone skin. Falrien was not going to deny that myth. Dwarf blood was always thick and hot. Far hotter than any he had tasted before and after that poor Dwarf woman. She did have a prestigious beard though. His eyes flicked over as someone moved close. His blood smelt of magic and arrogance. High elf. Falrien disregarded the scent as another entered his senses. And another. The scents became all too much for Falrien. He breathed in deep and calmed himself. Finding a center and quelling the deep coppery hunger in his stomach. He stepped away from the shadows, seemingly becoming corporeal next the paladin.
"Raiding a dungeon for loot and fame? Count me in" he said with a startling smile as he took the young paladin's hand and pressed his lips to the back of her hand "if you would have me" he released her hand and thanked his Sire that the Paladin wasn't feeling very vengeful and holy at that moment.