Costel didn't like the tone this young man was taking with him. He was suddenly rather glad he hadn't married his daughter off to this man, as her attitude probably would have ended up the same regardless. "So sure of yourself," the man muttered but something in this man's speech caught Costel's attention. The smugness of this other man was something the man didn't like, but the pause caused him great fear as it was mentioned that smaller vampires apparently had strong mental powers. And as such even if MacLaird was killed, it would likely be known that Costel Dacian had been the one to send him. He broke out into a cold sweat, his mug shaking in his hand as he turned to look at this man. He was stunned, amazed. This couldn't actually be true, it couldn't be something that could happen to him. The man who'd married his daughter had threatened to bring down unending wrath on him if he'd married her to anyone else. What on earth would he do if he found out his drunken murmurings had basically set a Vampire Hunter upon them. "I... he'll know it was me?!" he said the clattering mug down. "I have to go," and just like that the Baron Dacian began to stumble about, making his way out of the tavern as fast as his stout drunken legs would carry him.


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