But that was why it paid to have a vampire with Phaedra's abilities on your side.
Truly, it could have been darker. But the absence of any real lighting once you moved further and further from the town did make the darkness much blacker.
She stopped once to see what Peter was exclaiming about, and once she did, it made her a little sad. The night sky Phaedra knew when she was alive teemed with stars. It was the kind of thing a gypsy should see, grow up with... almost take for granted.
Once they arrived, well, it was very clear Peter wasn't going to say anything until she did.
"You have some things that belong to my friend," Phaedra said to the man on the fence. "You're going to return them."
Earl damn near fell off the fence, and once he regained his balance, he was very clearly afraid. He looked from Peter to Phaedra and back several times, before he just nodded. He fished into his pocket and handed the jewelry back to Peter, then backed up, slowly.
"Well, that was easy," Phaedra mused, almost to herself. "Thank you, Earl."
Now, forget you saw either of us.
She thought she'd have to walk him through the entire thing. But, just because she could, as Earl turned around, she took the tobacco packet out of his shirt pocket, and the rolling papers.
Have a lovely evening, Earl.
Earl got back on the fence like nothing had happened. Phaedra turned back around and started to walk, passing Peter.
If he was fascinated by the stars, he should see more of them.
"You seem like you could do with this," she said, holding up the packet. "And more of those stars."