I awaken to find Soren's form by my side, head tipped back slightly against the lights that flicker like fireflies on the wall, an empty vial in his hands, lips moving in silent spell, face slacken, chest barely moving. Upon first glance if I didn't know any better I might have presumed him dead. But that's the thing about vampires, they already are.
There is a dull, sickly sweet taste in my mouth, the remnants of something sticky and viscous, like honey but- I find as I bring up a hand to touch my lips tentatively in an effort to to try and figure out what it is, I find that the liquid, or potion, is shimmering with flaky gold. I suppose that would explain the empty vial that Soren carries.
