"I wish I knew what your purpose was," you said through a yawn as Ramsay handed you a discarded shirt to clean what was left over up. You made to grab the shirt, but he suddenly pulled it back, pushed your legs open and did it himself. You could see he was lost in thought.
"To kill, sweetling. I'm a weapon, a killer." He said simply after he was satisfied with his job and tossing the shirt toward the hamper behind him.
"There has to be more than that." You said, sitting up and pointing to your bag, which he handed you. You pulled out your little plastic container and applied it to all you new cuts.
"You can use a spear as a walking stick, but it doesn't change the nature of it. The gods are cruel. They enjoy violence and bloodshed. That's why I'm here." The vampire replied, watching you
