Nicholai
Nicholai rolled his eyes at the werewolf, sighing as he stood up. "You know, you're too touchy about things, Adam. Face it. You bear the blood of an innocent on your hands. It's there for the whole world to see. Therefore the morals you once had are irrelevant. I have killed, yes. As such, I don't think of morals that much. Sure, I am trusted as much as I trust others. I don't do things unless it's absolutely important. I control emotions. If I had no such scrupulous intentions, I would be calming that nasty attitude of yours. But I'm not. Given I've done bad things, it is expected of people to judge me based on that. But as a lord of Westwind, I have made sure my duties were for good only. I took care of those people unlike Kain. So before you say I am nuts to only use them for good, learn a fact or two. Sure, back in the day I manipulated my teacher to give me answers to a test. Or I telepathically won fights against my foes. That's totally different than saying I only do good for myself. I saved a child from being shredded by a demon. And it sickens me when people think I'm an evil person. If it weren't for me, Nefarious would be dead by now. I had planned this all out, my friend. It wouldn't have been pretty if they showed up for Nefarious unexpectedly."
He sat down, facing the window. He looked out at the people hurrying to get inside their homes, his eyes dialating as he heard their thoughts. They were jumbled, one thought in particular instantly pushing it's way into his mind. It was an old tired man telling a story to his children, his mind quickly summing up a scary story about a particular creature. Nicholai closed his eyes, listening to the man tell the story.
"Before the war there was technology. There was cell phones, guns, you name it. The war caused everyone to quickly turn on one another, and soon this was the only country left. That was before the night creatures and oversized dogs came, that is. Supposedly they had been here for years, but noone had known about them until the war. They surfaced, taking control of the remaining cities. Fortunately for us, they left this town alone for all I know." The old man stopped to take a drink, clearing his throat as he continued to speak. "Anyhow, these creatures look like us humans. But I heard from my buddy at the tavern that they aren't like us. They drink blood, and they are really pale and cold. Some of them fit right in around here, but you can always tell by some of them. And kids, you always need to stay by your mother and I. If one looks friendly, we'll talk to them. But if they look hungry then you run as fast as you can. Those things are very dangerous. I met one the other day. She had very black hair, her eyes bright red. She was with a very tall man. He had black hair too, and they had a kid with them. She spoke to me and even bought some things from my shop. She seemed lovely, but I could tell the animalistic qualities she had. Yessir, I knew that I needed to keep a distance. She paid me though, and they left back into the inn. I'm sure they're nice, but I wouldn't doubt there are more creatures there than them."
Nicholai sighed, looking back at Adam. "I love listening to stories from strangers. If this is the little bit of civilization I get here, why question it?" Adam spoke of wondering what Katherine needed to speak to Aros about, Nicholai chuckling as he relaxed in the chair. "I'm sure it's important, though all her thoughts were jumbled. I could hear angels somewhere in there, but that's all I got out of it."