Arad walked across the ballroom, taking slow and deep breaths as he searched for any vampire. They should smell like blood. The nobles stared at him, his large body, imposing aura, and large hands. Both women and men seek a way to start a conversation, whether it's a maiden seeking a marriage or an elder noble seeking a reliable warrior.
Arad carefully avoided everyone by glaring at them the moment they start walking toward him. But his being taller than everyone didn't help him.
^Most people here are humans. Fighting would be hard.^
{A vampire would use them as blood bags for healing. If a fight started, we should drag it outside.}
^A bad location. Like how Alcott had to deal with fighting the red dragon.^ Arad looked at the nobles around. ^If the vampire can use them to heal, can't I do the same?^
{Unless you want everyone against you.}
Arad sighed and kept walking around. He confirmed that all the current guests weren't vampires. He didn't smell any blood on them.
