Hadrian moved through the silent streets of Wandermere swiftly, heading towards the one shop he remembered catered to both vampires and night owls. On the way, he passed by the bazaar.
There were still some stalls open, even at this hour, and Hadrian saw the sire killer librarian at one of them. There was a beautiful vampire woman hanging on his arm. Hadrian nodded at the man, and he received a nod in return.
"How did your research into resurrections go?" The librarian, a man whose name Hadrian didn't know yet, asked.
"Nasty stuff, that. It is best if no one tries it," Hadrian was not going to go into details of what Edwin had done wrong with a stranger. Too many had died for him to reveal the truth now.