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I eyed the dagger cautiously. "Yes...I can identify some enchantments...that might actually hurt me, you know," I warned, leaning back a little. I didn't want that to touch me. "How did he manage to get a hold of something like this? I thought humans had lost all ability to use magics generations ago." For me to see this...it was a very old weapon. "I don't recognize the individual weapon...but I do recognize the enchantment. It was the one human used most often to keep my kind away. Sad thing was, it affected older vampires better than younger ones. Put it away, if you will." I took the picture back, though, and looked back at him. "I haven't drawn anyone else; only the same one since I lost him. ...Actually..." I thought about it. "Well...for a while, I was sketching a lot of people, trying to blend in, really. It was hard to convince people that I had to keep the curtains closed to do a proper sketch, but a lot of people didn't really care. I may have, but it was a while ago..." I couldn't even remember just how long ago anymore; it may have been a few generations, or a few years. "I don't keep track of time anymore, aside from day and night, and winter and summer. I don't count years anymore except to count my own age."