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Eathelin was certainly going to the river, one because of the rat and two because she didn’t want to walk the same way Miles was, because that sure would be awkward and she much did not care for the little one. What an awful influence on Rowlyn indeed. Eathelin would go to the river, even if there was some concern with it being a little out of town. She did not like being outside of the city walls when alone, too many things prowled the night, but if nothing happened she would return to her coterie to mommy them.

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Eathelin carefully looked through the stuff, in a way she wished he had not given back some of this stuff, at least not the armor as that was meant to keep him safe, even if it was a tad too big for the child. Probably better then nothing in the end. “If you see the child, send him my thanks and silent love” And by silent love she meant give him kind words from her away from others, like his father. Though at the same time she highly doubted the Nosferatu would do this for her or anything past a thanks and soon she went back on her way. Time to get that water and head back, she already planned on how she’d word this to the others. Oh how she missed the child more.

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Eathelin held back a growl, she felt there was no such thing as a simple exchange with the small Nosferatu as his mouth was a nasty one. One she wanted to sow shut for good. Eathelin now turns around to face Miles, reaching out to carefully take the bundle while trying to look through it, to see just what was the child giving to her, or the coterie. “The child is the purest of us all” She spoke as she thought about Rowlyn. He just felt so good to her, pure and innocent as a child should be. She wondered what it took to get this message out to her. “Tell me Nosferatu, do you think the child’s hopes is rightfully placed? Will we cross paths again, or will the Tremere keep what is there’s under tighter lock and key. A shame, though mayhap it best thou doth not answer, allow me to have hope for an answer may dash it.”

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With those words from the Nosferatu Eathelin suddenly stopped, she could feel the Beast rising in her. Trying to claw it’s way out as she did all she could to hold it back in silence.  Her hands trembled before being balled into fists, she had to keep control. Fighting was not usually her way and she knew Rowlyn would probably be upset if she tried to kill his uncle, especially before hearing what the message was. “Thou tests mine patients and mine Beast, speak before I lose control” This was a threat as she looked over her shoulder and down on the Nosferatu.

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“No” Eathelin spoke with a slightly stern voice as if scolding a child. Just, no. No to everything. To him talking to her, being near her, him reminding her of Rowlyn, just everything. “I have a tight schedule to keep and cannot idly with your dilly daddling and mockery” She spoke as she lengthened her gate, feeling that if he was going to follow her she was going to make it difficult for him.

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Eathelin left early as usual, kept her eyes to the ground tonight as she over all just felt down. Her shoulder slunk a little as she gave another mental sigh and wondered how Rowlyn was doing, hoping that the child was okay and safe. Why couldn’t the father just have perished in the fire? Things could have been so easy if he had, she assumed they could have kept the child, given him his own little bed and ‘raised’ him, or really guided him along in this world. When she raises her head she is near the well and easily spots the little gremlin there. She stops for a moment and then decides to get water from the river. It was a bit of a trip but it was a nice night. Time to go now and try to ignore the Nosferatu, she had better things to do today then be angry.

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“Yeah, of course!” Johnny called, trying to climb over Aurel to be seen, wanting to wave to Rowlyn though after some fumbling from both the child and ‘priest’, Johnny just ended up upside down, laughing a little as he was carried away. One could already tell that both were probably troublemakers, who knows what havoc they could reap together. The coterie on this night would be laying low, since they were usnure of when Antony might come around and attack, especially as he had the child who knew where their haven was. Though with time and a night Eathelin would leave as usual in the early night to gather water, Bao in the middle of the night to collect blood for herself and the others and Acton would stay at home, still trying to copy the books, though he was slow ad kept double checking his work to make sure that it was 100% correct...He had not even finished half a book yet.

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Johnny couldn’t help but smile at this, he had never thought he’d meet another like him and the normal children could be a tad annoying, he sometimes he stuck out too much among them.  Plus most of the time the other kids just didn’t like him for one reason or another. “We only came here in the past year or so, I think...I still have a few more years before people notice I am not aging” He felt pretty good about this and in his mind if he spent about 5-8 years in a few spots then over time he could come back to an older place, when people have grown up or forgotten about him, or just died, because the medieval ages suck on people living too long. “Oh gosh, I’m surprised they didn’t just ghoul you...Must have been a reeaal bad illness” Johnny now chewed on his lip, and from how they were busted this seemed to be a habit of his. Johnny stopped chewing once he saw the Nosferatu behind Rowlyn, or really mostly saw Aurel and then looked to the other Noferatu as he sweeped Rowlyn up. He probably would have warned Rowlyn, but this pretty well matched the description of the Nosferatu that was needed and soon Johnny stepped back while Aurel came to him. “We have business tonight young one, we should leave these ones be.” Aurel spoke as he too picked up his little one, he felt this was something between family and while curious, dared not hang around like a fly on the wall. “Buuuuuuuuuut” Johnny called and whined at Aurel, not wanting to leave just yet.

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“Aye” Johnny nods and feeling proud about his nervous lanky dad. Best dad in the world as far as Johnny was concerned. Mostly due to being bonded by the Nosferatu more then true love itself. Hard to say how Johnny might feel if he were not bonded to the kindred. “Yeah, only at night though...Some one the nuns find it kinda suspicious but we get by until needing to move onto the next church” Johnny shrugged before leaning on a headstone, finding himself being rather curious himself now. “And you? How did you become like me? A forever kid, or whatever” – “Oh, I doubt the child could cause so much ruckus...Right?” Oh, he was getting nervous over the idea of leaving Johnny now with a possible trouble maker, not that his child was perfect in any way but...Johnny didn’t need an enabler. Aurel was now silent as he watched the Wat, Africa huh? A place her had certainly never been and he commonly wondered what it was like as he heard little stories of the continent, besides the usual racist gargle of it being full of savages and such. He tried his best not to take it to heart and truth.

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Johnny smiled brightly now, he found this to be a pretty decent question since he was young but also felt he could ask the same of Rowlyn in a way. “The priest and me go back a bit, we lived at the same church before this...Not this one, we’ve had to move from church to church because of the whole not aging thing. His name is Father Mathew. He took me in and such, looked after me as a kinda adoptive parent even if he can only do it at night and when he’s not working...He doesn’t take me along with him when he works.” Johnny now pouted, he wanted to come along with Aurel when he worked. He felt he could help but the priest always refused. He wished he knew why. – “Yes, I do believe he came alone...He’s currently with my child, who I will collect up to give you a moment of privacy with family” With that Aurel started to walk back out, needing to scoop up his child for other reasons too, like getting him a proper meal if the tavern was still open tonight. “Um, Father Mathew if you please” He spoke a little nervously, keeping his gaze down and even if he had changed his name from his human life, he preferred to go by the older name while masquerading as a human. It just felt right and he wanted to separate the hell spawn from the man. “You certainly do have a feisty ghoul there...What is it?”

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Johnny stared at the headstone Rowlyn read out, squinting his eyes for a moment as he let this process in his head...Why did that need to be put o a headstone? He assumed this was suppose to be funny and in some ways it was but at the same time what did it have to do with his death... “Doth thou thing he cheated on his wife? Think she killed him?” Already into the darker subjects it seemed of murder, but that was the only thing Johnny could think about when it came to why this was on the slab of rock. -- “S-sorry” Aurel spoke when the cat weasel, or recently named, Wat, seemed so offended at this situation.  Aurel ends up waiting, just in case he sees Miles come by and can inform him of the child yet after a few moments it seems like the Wat might truly be a ghoul, maybe Mile’s ghoul. “Ah, Miles. You’re nephew is here to see you. Or so he claims to be related, in the graveyard”

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“Oh...Sounds rough, like also weird since that sounds like an odd thing one must know to be useful, sounds kinda flawed to me” Johnny shrugged, feeling that one didn’t need to know how to read to be useful, that there was so many different types of talents out there that could be exported, then again this was the Tremere. “Well, we can still do that grave thing. If you read them to me” -- “Yes...Have you seen Miles?” He felt like he was talking to a ghouled animal and was starting to feel silly, this could be seen as he kept looking around almost nervously while fiddling with his cross necklace. Hm, hm hm.  “Small Nosferatu, dresses like a leper when out and about I imagine...Has hair” He felt the hair part should be enough. Some Nosferatu had all the luck.

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Aurel chuckled when he heard the gasp, what a cute child and one that already seemed to understand how the world worked. Nothing came for free, even this in a small way was just to make Aurel feel better, as if he was still human. He was doing this more for himself then the child, and that ate him up. “No” Johnny just answered and shrugged with a little smile, you can damn well bet that no one taught him how to read, besides sheet music of course and that was just because he was a chore boy, and could possibly always be one, hm. “Can you? I have heard all you Tremere know a lot, big books of secrets or something, you have to be able to read for the secrets...?”  In the tunnels Aurel soon spotted the weird cat...weasel? thing and showed himself as he gave a small wave, was this a ghoul? Or super high level obfuscate...Could obfuscate even make one appear like an animal? something to ask his Sire later. “Y-yes hello” Aurel spoke, still appearing as the priest and probably known around the warrens here as a Nosferatu who couldn’t let go of the past. a weird one who almost never put down his mask of being alive and a priest still. “You are...Sapient?” He could at least try, wouldn’t be the first animal he’s spoken too for sure.

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“Price? Oh no, I do this out of the kindness of my heart.” Aurel chuckled a little nervously since he knew he wanted a price, wanted to be greedy but at the same time felt like he shouldn’t, plus this was just him checking one of the entrance tunnels for a nosferatu, easy peasy lemon squeezy. He just hoped this kindness would not bite him in the ass later as he started to walk away. “Stay in the graveyard, so you’ll be easy to find and I’m sure Johnny will stay with you” Aurel spoke before vanishing, not wanting to be seen going in a certain direction for the tunnels and end up giving an entrance location away and soon enough he’d be there, peeking into one of the tunnels for Nosferatu. “Hm...Well I guess the graveyard can be fun” Johnny spoke, trying to make the idea of waiting in a place full of dead people not so bad.