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"Because." He began. "It looks like the same style of the portriat of my mother, that my father kept in the den of our house. Have you drew another person?" He said, offering the photo. "The short, rapid strokes that seem to add demension- personality." He would say.

Asher smiled. "Well, anyhow, I suppose it's time for my end of the bargin. You see, my tale revolves around what I found out about my father after a few years of going through his things. He was not just a mercenary; but a "Slayer" too. One whom found mythical creatures, and killed them.... Usually, he had slim chances of actually finding one, much less killing one. But he had an edge." He said. "You are a vampire. You are skilled with magics, and have lived one hundred times my life. Surely you can identify his edge for me."

He reached behind him, and pulled the blade from it's scabbard on his back. He offered the weapon to her, the blade glowing a now wicked violet as it neared her. "Can you identify enchantments?"