Hadrian was running, three boys running after him and throwing rag balls at his back, trying to hit him. He dodged so swiftly each time, it was as if he had eyes on his back.
The vampire turned around and stuck out his tongue.
"Come on, my grandmother threw with better precision. And by the time I was born, she was 93!" Hadrian said as he turned around again and dodged to the left, the ball thrown by Ben sailing harmlessly pass him.
"And you say that your stomach has been hurting for how long, sir?" asked Edwin, his attention split between the training quartet and his patient. A traveling merchant that they met on the road.
"A month, healer. It all happened after I ate a slightly old apple. I think it was cursed."
Edwin shook his head. Most common people thought that curses were the cause of all their woes. This man had demanded a mirror curse twice already.