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"Hmm...the lie could have been that they know the human from the story, and that Arden might have actually been that human. With how it was stated that's the conclusion I come to, but if they want to keep it to themselves it's probably best not to pry." The carriage begins to move, rocking the two of them gently as it takes them back home. Isaac knew instantly what was wrong when he saw her eyes turn red, sighing mentally because he had hoped he'd have more time.

"It seems my blood was not enough to quench your thirst, I'll probably have to take you out to the town so that you may drink someone's blood. I'll take care in luring them to us, but I'm not certain if you'll be able to drink without the chance of turning them. Our best bet is probably to make a cut on the upper arm and let you drink from that, then I'll heal the wound. I'll make sure you don't drink too much that it will leave the person in danger."

Tapping the floor of the carriage, he lets his familiar know to head into town, going to the busier section with all the shops, having the familiar stop on one of the side roads leading out. Normally he'd just pick any walker by, regardless of gender and status, but he figured someone who was a laborer would probably be better because they were stronger and healthier than the merchants and nobles in the vicinity. Holding up his hand, he flexes his fingers so that it seems like he's holding an orb, a teenage boy with a bit of muscle on him walks up to the carriage.

"Greetings Mister Crawford, what's brings you out here today?"