He collected his gallon and just as he was about to take a sip directly from the gallon, he paused and took a whiff of the blood.
The knight lowered the gallon slightly, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the crimson liquid within. "This scent...it's different," he remarked, his voice low and contemplative.
He immediately called out to the descending sanguine who climbed back up.
"Hey, what type is this?" The knight asked the sanguine was back on top of the wall.
The sanguine halted in his descent, turning back to face the inquiring knight with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean, 'what type'?" He replied, confusion evident in his voice.
The knight held up the gallon of blood, studying it intently before responding. "This scent...it's different. Not like the usual blood we receive. What kind of blood is this?"
