He walked forward to the Inn and halted without looking back added, "take care of your heart, if you don't want to be a murderer because we no longer can feel it."
Wilmore left the girl and saw a young man at the door of the Inn. His eyes grew brutal. He peered into his eyes while passing by. It seemed the attacks of vampires had affected this village. Eliot took his eyes down the knight that his hood covered his face and stood there.
"What is your name?"
He asked Eliot.
"Eliot Rogers! Sir."
"How old?"
"19."
"Matured enough! Do you want to be a knight?"
It sounded foolish but Wilmore could find two talented people in this far away land.
"Can I?"
Wilmore removed his hood and revealed his icy eyes to the young man.
"You can feel what I am, don't you?"
He received silence instead of words.
"I gather people like me."
Wilmore declared and stepped inside the Inn to see how terrible Ryan's condition was. Yet, he believed that son of the Lord was his nephew.
