"Lumberling, are you okay?" Aurelya stepped quickly beside him, worry clear in her eyes.
He let out a slow breath, shook his head once, and offered her a small smile. "I'm fine."
"You crazy bastard," Aurelya said, poking his chest. "Don't do something that reckless again."
Lumberling chuckled lightly, then turned to Skitz. "When we go out, show me where you found that coffin. I need to see it for myself."
Liraeth stepped closer. "Did you discover something?"
"They're called vampires," Lumberling said. "Undead creatures that drink blood. The memories matched everything I saw in the lizardman's mind." He glanced at the elves. "Do any of you know about them?"
