Daniel was doing laps around Wandermere. He felt better. Not only a month ago, he had felt pain as if each one of his nerves was on fire because of the tree man syndrome. Now, he could do light exercise again.
He heard steps next to himself, and then he nearly fell on the ground. A red haired, red-eyed vampire was keeping pace with him easily. Daniel's hand shot to his sword, as he stopped, managing to unsheathe it and swing at the head of the man.
He could see that the vampire's ears were pointy. He must be an elf. Which was strange, since those preferred death to ending up like this. The vampire stopped and waved, then did something that surprised Daniel.
He bowed.
"I'd like to clear a slight misunderstanding…" Daniel didn't let him finish.
"Where is your wraith? I can take on you both. You have nothing on a dragon," Daniel was sure of his ability. He had been running for three hours and was yet to grow tired.