"Wolves *working for* the vampire"?
The thought sent a chill through Mr. Aldershot. It was such an odd way of phrasing, un-natural. he eyed Wergil, who clearly understood more about their predicament than he did. He assumed so much, but it may be he was right.
"*Our* enemy"? That caught him too.
Mr Aldershot looked around. They were caught together, by forces beyond their control. and now they must act, whether to preserve the life of this woman (should they find the means to do so), or to help the villagers and this Barovia the letter mentioned, or (dare he think it?) to face the vampire itself, a creature that Mr. Aldershot knew from the stories was antithetical to all natural things.
"Fine," he said aloud. "What do we do?"
The thought sent a chill through Mr. Aldershot. It was such an odd way of phrasing, un-natural. he eyed Wergil, who clearly understood more about their predicament than he did. He assumed so much, but it may be he was right.
"*Our* enemy"? That caught him too.
Mr Aldershot looked around. They were caught together, by forces beyond their control. and now they must act, whether to preserve the life of this woman (should they find the means to do so), or to help the villagers and this Barovia the letter mentioned, or (dare he think it?) to face the vampire itself, a creature that Mr. Aldershot knew from the stories was antithetical to all natural things.
"Fine," he said aloud. "What do we do?"