A Pain in the Neck

[Alain the Carnedge]

"So, I hired you...care to explain why I have to assist you?" Alain shrugged at him and got a glare in return. He'd gone to sleep, woken up, asked the Innkeeper to "help" in his vampire hunt, and now, here they were, standing around the corner of a house like jackasses. "Bah, details, details. You're helping me because you care about getting into Darkshire so much. Anyone suspicious around there?" The Innkeeper peered around the house's corner, the rotted wood falling apart where they laid their hand on. "Only suspicious people around here are us, genius." The red reaper raised an eyebrow at his "client" and decided to mess with him. "Are you the Vampire?" "Piss off." Alain smirked at the innkeeper's back in the most obnoxiously smug way possible as he leaned against the wall. "Y'know, standing outside people's doors and hoping they do something suspicious isn't going to get us any results." The Innkeeper kept his back turned, his annoyance becoming evident from his tone. "Why can't you just break into the houses? You're not exactly the nicest of people from what I can tell." "Oh, well aren't you boring?" "You brought me out here for nothing!?" The innkeeper responded in a furious whisper. This guy's no fun. Fine, I'll do it myself. Killjoy. "Thought it'd be amusing; you can leave now if you wish, I see no further entertainment to be gained here. Though I make no guarantees to your safety if your choice is to return to the inn." The angry townsman turned around to reply once more, but was only greeted by the thin air where his "investigator" just was.