Raid sat thinking on the floor of his room.
What a strange woman... He was more than impressed with her battle prowess. He never would have expected any of the such from a simple healer, a herbalist nonetheless...
He placed the spawn's arm he had taken on the floor, and examined it. He wouldn't get much information from just looking at it, but it seemed like it still had blood inside. Draining the arm of blood, he gathered it into a flask. The blood of a vampire thrall resonates when in close proximity to its master, so he would be able to use this to identify the vampire if it tries to hide itself.
He began gathering his gear for fighting. It was obvious now that it was too dangerous to go without it. He affixed scrolls, knives, wire, and phials along his clothes, covered by his coat. He then strung his bow and quiver along his back, the only visible weapon he had on him.
He felt a bit bad that he was leaving without the healer, but he didn't really want to waste time. Picking himself up, he left the door of his room, and headed down the stairs of the inn. Going out through the front door, he was met with a cool night breeze. Raid headed off in the direction of the market district.
