With that, he headed for the entrance, leaving onto the ground and out into the city to wherever it was Noella resided.
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Outside the perimeter of the grounds, he wandered, his sharp, vampiric eyes keeping a close watch on the young man as he left the building with a nervous-looking lady in tow. He was familiar with this particular Hunter; he was called the son of the headmaster, an adopted bastard left to die on Lutetia's streets, and likely would have if Thaddeus had not come along.
He knew the scent of Vincent's blood; it smelled of anger and confusion. Vayne would have to exploit that, someday.
Someday...