"The wight..."
"The scrapin' one?"
"You did.. mention that, didn't you.. "
"Him behind the church in outskirts lots. Fightin'. Scarin'."
They had a description, and they had a name. Black leathers, a tattered cloak, two blades, and a taste for the shadows. He was called Alex in the days when he lived, and now loathed anything that had that which he lacked; life. Part of her felt some form of relief that they were that much closer to finding the wretched being that had destroyed her family and slain their son. She struggled to deal with the mixture of emotions that were multiplied by the coming full moon. On top of the recent difficulties she'd ran into an old, old friend.
The last time she'd seen Vasile Pavlenco had been when Cervantes was carrying her out of the Citadel. She was worn and battered, exhausted after being arrested and beaten for information which she'd refused to give the guards on the Romulich family. Vasile saw to it that she was released into safe hands. He'd always been a loyal friend, even when the decisions she made were questionable at best. Unlike many of the other men she'd known in her dancing days he'd never made any attempt to use or take advantage of her. Upon her return to Barovia she'd sought him out, only to be informed that he'd been slain like many of her other friends.
She'd been unaware of the strained relationship between Ceryn and Pavlenco, and she feared the tense meeting would end in blows or worse. Her heart broke for Vasile and the difficulties she knew he'd had to have gone through during the time she assumed he was dead. Perhaps he was an empty shell of the man he'd used to be, but she couldn't help but feel some speckle of hope when he offered his assistance to her and her husband. Perhaps it was foolish to trust someone who likely lacked a soul, but they were desperate and his intentions seemed genuine. She was too exhausted to question him at this point and she could only hope that he was genuine in his promises. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The darkened room was silent aside from the quiet, even sound of Ceryn's breathing. The sun was just beginning to make it's way back into the sky, the first rays peering in through the window. She sat up quietly and pulled the curtains closed, offering them awhile longer to sleep and regain their strength. She had very little recollection of the night before, but she was exhausted and a bit sore. She could hardly even think about dragging herself out of bed and facing the day, and so she nestled deeper beneath the blankets and curled up closer to Ceryn, tucking their bodies together before once more drifting off to a restless sleep, forced to fight the nightmares that seemed to perpetually plague her.