[Crimson]

No risk, no reward.

Right?

Either way, Theying had a fair walk ahead of him. By this time, the Gates were being readied to be locked and some of the guards scoffed or simply ignored him when he insisted on leaving the city. "Don't 'spect us to be waiting out for you when the vamps come!", one of the younger recruits called from the batterments. Ahead, Theying could see the ominous silhouette of Chateau Noir from a distance. It was several miles away, near the eastern edge of the peninsula north of Jaedaxia.

Some candlemarks later Theying found himself in the dark. The Suns had long since descended into the horizon, but at least he was nearing what appeared to be a campsite. There were dozen of tents, hundreds even. And immediately, Theying saw a familiar flag hoisted above the larger, more prominant looking command tents. It was a navy blue flag with a single silver bar in the middle. It was the flag of the New Order. Theying's heard of them, mainly from the gossip and the rumors that his wife brings home. Other than that, Theying knew that they were firstly Jaedaxian and secondly vampire-hunters.

A look-out on horseback intercepted Theying as he approached the camp.

"Halt", he called. Then lifting his torch higher to bring more light to the newcomer he asked, "what brings you to camp? Are you the healer we're expecting from the city? You're early. And where's the rest of you?"