Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140816021916

"Strange. You said that your friend was a girl when you last met, now she's an old granny that just died... Well, I'll follow you first, I need to think" said Corentin, now recalculating his thoughts. Strange, he thought, this lady wasn't a vampire and was not a half auroran like him. Of all the half daedra created at the facility, none were biologically immortal, except him. She didn't show overt necromantic ability, but the spiritual energies that cloaked her was strong.

Corentin drew his sword adruptly as the white flames returned to his hands, saying "Somebody close to you might have cast powerful life extending spells on you years ago. I am afraid he or she might be near, perhaps even waiting."

(Lol, I can guess why, but my character does not have enough info to do that. He is deducing based on what he should know, not what I know.)