A Vampire Hunt
"See any jobs for vampire hunters?"
“Ye be havin’ another?”
Veran sighed as he looked into the bottom of his tankard. There wasn’t even a single drop of mead left. He deliberated for a moment about what he wanted to do. He had a single Moon coin left—that was all he had to his name. He really shouldn’t have been spending it on alcohol.
But it’s not like …
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