It would be a difficult journey for me, as I was not very obediant nor was I one to take things at face 
value. I fear that I put my dear mentor through many a bad night and at least one fearful day.
Upon being told I was the latest meal and victim of a rather arrogant and brazen wench who was in 
fact a vampire; I called my savior a madman.
I told him such creatures did not exist. That I was drunk and had passed out after my strange encounter with a rather aggressive harlot in the alley in which I had been found. I must state that Compte
Merlyon must have had the patience of a saint to put up with my foolishness for so long.
He asked me how I felt, to which I replied wonderful. It took me a moment to realize this was not 
the norm after a night of boozing and wenching. Even after my days rest, I should have felt some 
effects of the night before. But I didn't. I felt better than I'd felt in ages!
 I felt that perhaps I was asleep more than just a day, if I went along with 
this man's ravings, perhaps I would learn how to escape.. My honor, though it was tarnished 
by my lifestyle, was demanding I be gracious to one that had taken me in. In short, he'd saved 
me from my own foolishness. Thus in truth, I owed him much more than my usual attitude.
Though I asked if he would return me home so that I may reward him for his kindness, he declined.
I was told that I could not return to my life, as I was no longer a part of them. He tried to enlighten 
me to the world in which I now belonged. 
  That more than just humans walked this earth, especially at night. 
I felt as if I were in a dream. My first night out with him I saw things my mind refused to accept.
There were hulking men, that were not men. Brutes that were called ogres, trolls and such.
I was warned to avoid them, since I was newly reborn they were too strong to fight. There 
on the streets, I saw the harlots I'd seen before. But now I could truely see beyond the illusions. 
In the midst of mortal women, where real succubi and incubi. 
On a side street, amoung the poor and dying I was shown that both angels of mercy and death.
 Unseen by those they tended, they gave me no notice. Compte Merlyon told me they were 
averians, and that daemons too walked amoung the populace. But that they often were found 
amoung the wealthy. For greed, cruelty and petty people called to them.
That morning I discovered the truth of all I'd been shown. For when I tried to slip away 
after my mentor had gone, I found myself seared by the lightest touches of sunlight that 
splashed against me when I opened a balcony door. 
I fell crying out in pain, burning as I writhed on the floor. Had the young lad not come running
 in to close the door and quickly tend to the fires I would have been lost. With the help of three
 other lads, they returned me to the inner room and brought me what I believed to be warm 
ale to sooth me. I downed the cup in moments and then was fast asleep before I felt the 
pillow beneath my head.

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