The Valley of Horses

'Yeah it would be.' Espio mutters. He had no idea what to do. How did you kill a vampire even? 'We are gonna need more help though, that is for sure.' He dips his bread in his soup then eats it. Wow, it was reallly good. He does the same thing again and again until their is no more bread or soup left. He then finishes it all down with a glass of ice water. He hadn't eaten so well in months.

OOC: Yeah, I know. I'm just having really bad rp block lately.

Hanna's eyes narrowed.
What if he was turned... She buried her head in her hands and let out a long low sigh. She was breathing deeply. Attempting to control her emotions. Then she raised her head and looked at Espio shaking her head. "It will be difficult."

OCC-kays.

Espio notices that her voice hid struggling emotions, but he does not mention it. He takes a small sip of his soup, but burns his tongue. 'Indeed it will be hard. We are going to need help, that and research. We don't know for sure it was vampires. he tells Hanna after taking a sip of water.

Espio leans on the table, waiting for Hanna to come back. He had finished his soup and was now working on a small piece of bread. Goddess, the food wad amazing here. He absentmindedly starts tapping his fingers on the table as he waits for Hanna to come back....if she ever did.

Espio looks up to Hanna. When she mentions the snow it lights up like a little kid's on Christmas morning. He loved the snow. He always has, ever since he was a child. 'I thought you ditched me.' he tells her, looking at the ground.

Espio didn't know how to respond to anything but the last question. He was quite glad that Mary had barged in and broke up the to-be-depressing conversation. 'Sure.' he says with a shrug. He stacks all his dishes and rises up to his feet.

Espio follows the two out of the tavern and into the cold and snowy world. He has to speed up his pace to keep up with the two. Once he enters the large building, he looks to Hanna. 'The name is Espio.' he tells her.

Espio shrugs. 'I have absolutely no idea.' he admits. He surveys the room. There were people dancing about and other people eating and drinking. Overall, it seemed like everyone was having a good time. He then notices he doesn't know the girl's name. 'What is your name?'

'So Hanna, did you used to live here?' Espio asks her. She seemed pretty mysterious to him. That intrigued him. He loved to answer his curiosity, even if it ended in trouble.

"I'm from Lapidem." Espio mutters. He didn't like to tell people his story. It filled him with dread. He hated his past life and just wanted to forget about it. To do that, he tries to keep as mysterious about his early life as possible.

'Around,' was the only word Espio lets escape his lips. He wasn't one to talk about his past. He would much rather talk about other things, such as the recent murders. He did not want to talk about his past, it would just remind him of his mother. He missed her so badly, but she was gone forever. He slumps down on a chair and bows his head, hoping Hanna would understand that he did 't want to talk about his past.

Espio looks to Mary as well. She seemed happy and full of cheer as she danced to the music with a man. 'Old friend?' he asks Hanna, now looking at her. He found her to be mysterious, just as he was. He wasn't sure if he liked that though. He typically liked to know the facts, not just random bits Of information here and there.

Espio gives Hanna an odd look. 'You didn't appear to have a nice face when we talked about the murders...' he was going to say more, but cuts himself off. He would end up getting beat up by her or something if he made her angry, he supposed.

Espio nods his head. 'Same here, but I try to push my past behind and look foward. But if I was ever givrn the chance, I would definitely go back and redo it all differently.' he mutters, a small ball of fire forming in his hand.