Ilhor never stopped enjoying every moment of existence on planetside. He wandered along the streets, walked into bars, savored the existence among locals - like a ferret would have enjoyed walking invisible among well-fed chicken. Now there was a new bar here, somewhere he hasn't tried yet. Wandering in, the unbound looked around, his silver-blue eyes glowing slightly. Over the past days he did his best to look like an average off-worlder mortal. Simple charcoal-colored shirt, even more casual black boots and jeans. Ilhor wandered towards the bar, and stopped for a moment.

The man near the bar. Ilhor watched that figure in black. Man's differences from an average local were obvious. Something warned the Un-Bound against attempting a lifedrain on him. A cloud of energy so similar to what he fed on.

"You look like you have recently had a very fine meal..." the man spoke. "Excuse me, sir?" Ilhor chose to pretend ignorance. "Oh...I was just commenting on how well you feasted off that girl," the man picked up his ale, taking a long drink from it.

There was a shadow of a grin on his thin lips. "I am genuinely surprised it was noticeable. Though judging by the cloud around you, only by select few?" This could have been dangerous, but would someone know how to destroy one of his kind" Hardly. Ilhor's face remained untouched by fear or anything similar. "You know..." the man put the mug down on the bar. "That she was a woman of some great import," auburn eyes turning to Ilhor. "More over..as a concerned citizen of this great realm..I feel that it would be my responsibility to report her murderer to the Watch..."

He knew certain blood-feeding undead were common in the area. Was he being mistaken for one of those" he couldn't say. But the Watch' He's seen those. Ilhor may have been imprisoned for centuries, but wasn't completely insane yet. Where there's a crime, has to be a proof.

"Certainly. Would the Watch have any proof that a murder has happened" Beside the low molecular weight organic residue that has already been gone with the wind?"

"My taped recording of the whole incident where you lured the poor girl to the back alley..." there was a knowing nod from this so-called concerned citizen. Now the un-Bound was entertained. "That would present the Watch with some interesting task. Might be a good practice for them," he remained calm.

The dark chill churned around the black-clad one, moving and washing over the exposed flesh of those around him. "Of course it would, of course indeed..." he pulled out the holo disk, placing it on the bar allowing the very clear picture of the face. "I doubt though that it will not be difficult to identify you from this video."

So what, Ilhor was about to laugh. But kept the facade. "Is there a reason, why you should inform me of such a possibility' Perhaps wishing to record more of similar events?"

"Because you do not want anyone to know what you are, why you do it," Travanix smirked, turning back to his ale. "You are not as vindictive as you want to think you are. While you enjoy the rush, you do not thrive on the rush, you thrive on the energy. I doubt highly that if you did not have to do it, you would not do it. But it is what you are, much like a vampire. I do not worry about such things. Everyone knows what I am." "If I didn't have to waste such promising biomaterial on energy, I would certainly prefer more efficient usage. Though hardly less....spectacular," Ilhor said. Was there a note of serpentine in that pause, a cobra's look from its dancing stand" Oh, the perks that came from his former imprisonment, would allow such spectacular usage of local biomaterial... If he got something, some usage for them... "I am offering you more bio-energy than you can possibly imagine..." the man turned off the vid, returning it to his pocket.

That was certainly turning interesting. "I have a good imagination. It is among prerequisites for transformation into being what I am," Ilhor remarked with a smirk. "How about a chance for subjects to experience more complex reactions than a basic boring drain?"

"That can also be arranged. However...it does come with a caveat." He picked up the mug and took another drink. "You come to work for me."

That was nearly expected. Well, everything in this world comes with a catch, and it was good that this one had the courtesy to warn him. Ilhor's shoulder moved in a slight shrug. "That depends on the nature of something you call work. I am hardly inclined to morph myself into a plough-zaur for mundane physical labor"

"My Lord is a generous employer who never ill uses a tool," the words were quiet from the girl as she brought Travanix a tray with a simple selection of finger foods. Silver-blues turned to look at her, a gaze of something best described as cold x-ray. "I would expect that from a being as seemingly intelligent as him," the unbound said.

"North of the city, in the forest there is a series of towers of black stone. Meet me there in a few hours, and I shall provide you with everything you need to do whatever you want," the man's phrase seemed to seal the discussion.

Good. Ilhor hoped the new job would be entertaining. With a half-bow he walked out.

(Adjusted from live RP log. Huge thanks to LordTravanix and Eiellani Rose!)