[It had been a trying time since returning to this place for Vlad. With the appearance of his son, and the wielder of the Vampire Killer, he'd been far more tense than usual. Couple that with Lisa's arrival as well, and the Spirit of Chaos being more chatty than normal, and Vlad was struggling to keep his mind his own. Even as he waged his war on humanity he'd always kept his mind about him, even if the Spirit whispered guidance to him. Now though, he was struggling to maintain himself.]
[As such after dusk, Vlad took to the streets of Everglade, but not in his normal regal garb. Instead he took the form of an ancient man, small, wrinkled and bent, wearing a nondescript brown robe with a rope tied around a few vials of various colored potions serving as a belt. He needed to put some distance between him and the spirit for the moment, and would gladly keep up the charade should anyone approach, but to those with senses for such things he would not hide either.]
[As such after dusk, Vlad took to the streets of Everglade, but not in his normal regal garb. Instead he took the form of an ancient man, small, wrinkled and bent, wearing a nondescript brown robe with a rope tied around a few vials of various colored potions serving as a belt. He needed to put some distance between him and the spirit for the moment, and would gladly keep up the charade should anyone approach, but to those with senses for such things he would not hide either.]
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