[Epicurus D. Vampyler]

Taking her hand in a gentle grasp Epicurus nodded as she spoke her name, Rae’vyn, an interesting name. It had taken him a few moments, the cold not slowed not only his body but apparently his mind, the seemingly emotionless face of Epicurus perked up as the name Kaldres finally struck him. Could it be a coincidence of the last name, or was she really a relative of Epic’s good friend Pirvan? The last he knew wings did not run through the Kaldres family, so perhaps he was wrong, but he would have to ask for pure pursuit of curiosity. A shock was sent through his system as she placed her hand to his, physical contact outside of battle has always been a stranger to Epicurus until he had met the empress, who had broken him of that habit. Since her disappearance the odd feelings of avoiding contact had started to take hold of him again and he fell further and further back into the secluded man he once was.

He took notice of her eyes darting in the direction of Mystique as she spoke of getting away herself, seemed to be a common need in the empire as of late. ”Well, it seems as though we have something in common.” He had found it odd that she trusted him so much as to invite him to have a glass with her, but then again, maybe Epic’s secluded life kept him from realizing such things were alright. He did not normally drink, in fact he avoided it at all costs but he felt in such a slump that perhaps now was as good a time as any, that and the chance to make a new friend, if she wasn’t taking him into the woods to try and rob him that is. ”I would love to join you, please lead the way.” Epic grabbed Pristine’s reigns and gave her a tug to follow him.

”So tell me, do you live around in these parts? I would assume so, seems odd for a traveler to just stop on the road for a spot of wine.” There he went, trying to analyze the situation again, a habit that he had been trying to break since he was a child, but to no avail.