"You promise?" Nigel asked, failing to hide his amused smile. "I'll hold ya to that miss." He said, feeling satisfied with this encounter. So sharp witted, nothing got by her, and he couldn't of agreed more. It was refreshing to find someone else who saw this chicanery for what it was. Not to mention, she would have to be, to get these leeches off his back without causing chaos to these otherwise innocent people.

He happily put his money on the table, tossing in an extra gold for her time. He also pulled out a small paper he had at the ready from a pocket. "Thank you for your time miss, this old geezer certainly appreciates it. Sway knows I'll be getting use out of the medicine." Geezer was perhaps being needlessly cruel, but the self deprecation was all in good fun. With a small piece of charcoal, he etched into the paper in his hand. "If you don't mind, I've got a prescription I could leave with you I need filled out. Can't say I know what it's for, but I memorized how to spell the thing." He said with another smirk, folding it up and sliding it along the table beside his money.

He waited until he for sure had eye contact with her before taking his hand back, a knowing and thankful nod to show his appreciation to her. She was about to do him a big favor, and he just hoped she wouldn't hold it against him for it. Or, maybe, she already knew he could see her for what he was. She seemed sharp like that.

"Till next time."

With a final polite nod, he turned to leave, moustache curled slightly with a pleasant smile all the way out like she had made his day. And, certainly, she had. A real vampire! A strong one that could hold down a quiet life here no less!

These goons wouldn't stand a chance.

Within the note left for Poison, the somewhat hasty scrawlings Nigel made onto the paper into the palm of his hand was written. It was not some cryptic prescription like he had alluded to, but instead, just a short, simple sentence. A little message meant for her that read:

'They are not with me'


Stepping outside, his outrageous little entourage had been waiting on him with great annoyance, looking at him expectantly, probably expecting much the same shitty news all these visits had done. As Nigel met eyes with them and kept walking by, one of them dared ask: "Well??"

"Walk with me." Nigel asked quietly, striding a bit further from the shop. Their frustration with how seemingly poorly this search has gone was very apparent, and they were just itching at the bit to take it out on anyone. Probably Nigel himself, honestly.

They made it roughly fifty feet away before the loudest of the seven zealots lost patience. "You didn't find the vampire in there either did you, you old fraud?"

To that, Nigel stopped and turned to face them. Seeing all the malcontent on their faces, ready to bash skulls in by now, he couldn't help bur frown a bit. Ah, he hoped that nice shop keep would forgive him for this one. "Your vampire is in there."

That seemed to have surprised them. After hours of wandering around and visiting all the local establishments with zero luck, actually hearing what they wanted was probably quite the surprise. "What? Really?"

Nigel nodded. "Aye. She's in there."

For a moment, they seemed to just look at one another, confirming it among themselves if they were all hearing the same thing. Then, after some silent nodding to one another, they seemed to come to an agreement, a few of them brandishing their weapons with a new serious look on their faces. Seemed they finally were going to have their little 'Hunt' like they wanted so bad.

"... You wait here."

Nigel's brow raised. He wasn't expecting that. "Hm? You don't want me to come? I could help you, you know-"

"It's OUR KILL old man!!"
To that Nigel feigned disappointment. Him coming along, he could of helped prevent any property damage, but their greed to take the credit demanded he stay outside apparently.
"I'll watch him." One of the seven said, grimacing at Nigel, implying he was going to keep Nigel from leaving or interfering. Cute; As if he could...

Still, Nigel just sighed, and falling silent just scowled at the lot of them. He was treating them like they were actually a threat, though in truth, he saw them for what they were: Untrained, opportunistic leeches. They thought they could bully people around with violence? Nigel had been overly kind to them all this time. They couldn't make him do anything, and certainly didn't stand a real chance against the vampire in that shop.

Nigel was simply waiting.

As his little handler stayed with him, the rest walked back up to the shop. Nigel and the man 'guarding' him watched on as the six others all opened the door and strode inside...

If they were trying to come off even a little like customers, they did a incredibly piss poor job. They all entered wordlessly, spreading out over the small shop, brandishing weapons. Naturally, they all looked like bulls, glaring at the only person in the place: Poison. Though none of them spoke a word, their body language told all there was to tell: They were here for violence. And, though they didn't attack immediately, it was certainly eminent. Perhaps, they thought, that the woman behind the counter was going to have been easier pickings than they thought.