Dressed to the nines, Earl Cedric gave an affirmative answer.
"Turn into one of your living dead?"
The man with the hood didn't speak, but a rough-faced man scoffed.
"Stinking dog, what are you talking about?"
A young man beside Earl Cedric retorted angrily.
"Flying rats, are you looking for death?"
The rough-faced people stood in a row, all breathing rapidly, their hair beginning to grow.
The 'people' opposite, dressed just as finely, were not to be outdone, baring their sharp fangs, their eyes blood red.
The hooded questioner, at this point, stepped back with others similarly dressed, making room for both sides.
The battle between the two was about to erupt.
"Wait."
A crisp voice came from overhead.
"Jennifer, what are you doing? Are you helping these flying rats?"
The rough-faced Leader looked up at the woman sitting on the broom.
"Nosa, I won't allow you to insult Lady Jennifer."
Earl Cedric frowned, his voice turning cold.
