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Nunia stood silent for a minute, shocked by the outburst. She caught the dish, placed it next to Pi, and turned towards Chase, eyes flashing red. 'You think we chose to be here?!?'

Nunia turns to Pi. 'You might want to hurry and put that on. I think we'll need you.' She hurries off after Demetri.

Nunia slows down once she caught up to Demetri. 'Not anymore. Honestly, I want to beat the snot out of him now. But if he's as old as he says he is, he'll probably kill me before I touch him.'

'Dem.. if he could hear my mindspeak.. Do you think he can get into our heads? Control us, maybe? I mean, that thought wasnt directed towards anyone but you..'

Hearing the converstion behind him, though not completely making out the words, Chase activated a simple teleportation spell. He had heard only two voices following him, and being out of sight, had no problem moving his form back to the fallen half-drow. Appearing at her feet once more, he cocked his head to the side, and lifted his lips into a familiar half-fanged grin, mocking and heartless, but some how comforting.

"It seems that I riled your little friends up some, half-drow. They followed me without even tending to your injuries. Amazing how much crueler friends are than foes."

Stepping to her right side, Chase knelt and scooped up the ceramic that had been carelessly tossed to her side.

"If you'll permit me, I know some healing magic. This will not hurt. You at least."

Opening the ceramic, he placed a small amount in his palms and, rubbing them together, placed one over her heart, the other just below her abdomen, though neither hand physically touched her. A warm glow illuminated his hands, the gold light creating a feeling of calm and comfort. Closing his eyes, words of fire formed over the Pi, each in the same glow that affected his hands.

Slowly, he felt the pain from each of her separate wounds as if they were his own and the light slowly spread over her body. The wounds seemed to knit themselves back together, and each grew more painful in intensity, not to Pi, but to Chase. There was a price for healing. The spell took no more than fifteen seconds, and would leave Pi whole again.

When the spell ceased, Chase opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to lift his hand to his mouth as a cough left his lips, blood speckling the ivory fingers, and accidentally, dripping onto Pi's clothing. He stood and turned away, coughing quietly into his hand.

"Excuse me," he said quietly, "Healing spells require more from the undead, seeing as we are much more averse to holy magic."

Removing the silver flask from the pouch at his belt, he took a quick sip, and the coughs ceased abruptly.

"Do not get the wrong impression from me, half-drow. I just want you and yours off my world as quickly as possible. Do not mistake kindness for necessity."

He picked up the ceramic once more, and secreted it within the folds of his clothing. He would have turned away, but a sudden pain clenched his chest, quickly spreading to the other nerves of his body. His legs would not support him, and he dropped to his knees, shaking uncontrolably.

Soon after, he fell to his hands, spewing blood onto the gravel below him. His coughs grew in intensity, until it seemed the blood pooled around him would acumulate into small river. Feebily, he reached into the pouch that held the silver flask. Managing to get to his knees, he tilted his head back and allowed the thick liquid to slide into his mouth.

After taking several heavy swallows, his body stopped shaking, and the coughs eased. He remained on his knees, gasping for air as the empty silver container slid from his blood soaked fingers.

His lips lifted into a genuine grin, though with his long black hair matted down around a face covered in blood, the effect was less than comic. "You state the obvious, half-drow," replied with a voice hoarse from his spasm, "Though I must think to thank you for your.... concern. Though I would not ask for help if you could give it, my illness is not something that is cureable. Besides, I am sure it looked much worse than it truly was. I will endure."

Lifting himself to his feet in a graceful manner, he removed a rag from his clothing and removed the blood from his face and arms. Pressing his hands in the places where his gear had been stained, Chase paused to murmur a few simple spells, making the garments appear new again.

Turning back to Pi, he tilted his head to the side, eyes glinting in amusement. "You are an odd one, half-drow. More like your Underdark kin than you're willing to admit, but still slightly caring. Someday, I'm sure you'll figure out who you are. But until then, 'Sir Vampire' is not quite the term I apply for my self. Most simply call me Magatsu."

"At your service," he replied, affecting a half bow. The half fanged grin returned to his lips, amused by the sound of shock in her voice. Folding his hands into the depths of his clothing he stared at Pi, wondering exactly hou much she understood about who she thought he was. "You've heard of me then?" he asked in politely mocking voice, for her tone left no illusions about her thoughts.