Really, how was his luck this wretched? The locals were looking for lycanthropes, and instead they went after a vampire. He hadn't even done anything yet! Maybe he could manage a spell to slow them down, but he wasn't sure he could muster the concentration now. Unless someone came to his rescue--

Oh. Maybe his luck wasn't quite so terrible as he thought. He had a friend now, did he?

Well then! He'd known this man for years. He knew everything about this man. Especially his name. "Oh thank the gods, I was looking for you," he sighs, the perfect portrait of exasperated relief.

"I went to your house but you weren't there. Come on--we shouldn't waste any more time. And neither should all of you," he glares reproachfully at the confused crowd. "Aren't you supposed to be in the forest by now?"