Remarkable or not, it’s always nice to learn something new about a friend.

[It takes some juggling, holding the large jug under one arm to pour into the floppy open mouth of the water skin. That she bothers with it at all is proof of just how depleted her energies are; normally she’d simply gesture the liquid from one location to the other.

At Alucard’s offhand comment, she looks up from her efforts and frowns towards the cart.] So the extremely vague locals back at the fort keep saying. Why? What comes out after sundown?