This man looked like he wouldn't believe easily in the presence of the supernatural, which made the guard hesitate to admit that he did. It was clear to him, though, who the culprit was, and the man needed to be persuaded to keep clear and not end up like his friend laying on the cobblestones. "Like Dracula," he nodded, to make sure they were talking about the same thing and the man asking questions had an imposing image for himself. "They take them at night and drain the blood, strong and cannot be killed. I am sorry," he continued, nodding to the woman and crossing his chest for her soul.