Café de Nuit

Moorkroft exits the barn. He seems calmer now. His ears are stuffed with straw and rags, thin streams of blood tricking from the injured organs. he walks over to Roland and shouts, ''A vampire? I can help.''

Moorkroft walks away from the others. He makes his way out into the fields alone. He looks around for clues or signs of the vampire's passage.

"Er...what?" Roland says, looking at Moorkroft in mingled fascination and horror. Moorkroft misses his remark, having deafened himself so effectively, and turns to leave.

"I don't..." Looking around, he shrugs his shoulders in exasperation and follows Moorkroft outside. Going back to the wagon, he examines the ground carefully for tracks; grimacing, he comes back in and says, "Much as I hate to say it, our lunatic friend may have a good idea. Can anyone follow tracks? We might get an idea of where she went."

Moorkroft walks slowly, but not particularly quiety, through the rows of corn. He is looking all around for any sign of the vampire. As he walks, he is busy whittling the stump of his burnt out torch into a stake.
He is humming a mournful air as he goes .

Shana follows the pair out, looking nervously around and trying to stay between them.

"I'm not really an expert on tracks... My policy in the past has been to avoid undead rather than hunting them down..."

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