Xristo sits cloaked in black and outta sight in a darkened corner of the tavern.
What the hell am I gonna do about this month. The gather falls upon a full moon an this curse of mine.
What will these people think of me walking thru town all bloody but not from battle but from my urge to drink.
That crimson nectar I crave during full moons.
Takes a drink from his cup.
Then begins to curse his ancestors for bringing this upon the family.
It was their ignorance that brought this curse to life.
well there is nothing i can do but hope for the best.
He knocks back the last bit. Gets up and heads out the tavern.