"Mhm!" "Ah." "Yes, of course."
All things Edvin murmured amidst the tantalizing tale. Truly, the choice to meet within a public park was dizzyingly stupid, but such was the way of this new clutch, it seemed. The library, the names, the apparently ambush upon Catrina.
His interest was largely in the strike. Edvin frowned, rummaging through his memory of what the exiled vampire could do. Plant manipulation, was it not?
And he struck you... how, exactly?