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Unofficially, Dhampir Infiltrators are employed by the Gloridax Empire as spies, thieves, and assassins. Because of their half-vampire lineage, they are especially proficient at their work; they have the unnatural reflexes, strength, and agility of a vampire yet are not harmed by sunlight. They do, however, require blood to survive, and the blood of dragons is powerful indeed. It's rumored that the Gloridax provide the Infiltrators with an ample supply to further enhance their already unnatural abilities.

Officially, however, the Gloridax Empire denies any affiliation with Dhampir Infiltrators....
Furian tossed back the rest of his ale and slammed the empty mug on the table. “Aye, mates,” he said, and belched. “And that's to an honest day’s work.”

Seated around him, his three companions—Tesama, Pereth, and Digger—downed their drinks as well. They coughed and sputtered as they laughed and clapped each other on the back.

Furian raised a hand and shouted across the room to the barmaid. “Another round, wench, and make it quick!”

The barmaid glared at him but made her way toward the tavern's bar.

“Can't believe the look in that mama dragon's eye when she saw we was skinning her whelps.” Tesama grinned, shaking her head. “I thought for sure we was done for.”

“Fast thinking with that ballista bolt,” Pereth said, grabbing Digger by the shoulder and giving him a shake. “You hadn't done that, she would've made a meal of us instead of the pointy end of that shaft.”

Digger scanned the crowd, swaying drunkenly on his stool. “What I need is a nice young lass to demonstrate my heroics on.”

They all laughed.

The other patrons of the tavern scowled into their drinks and their meals, casting angry glances in the direction of Furian and his companions, but no one said anything. The dragon hunters were big, burly, and drunk. They also hadn't bothered to clean up after returning from their hunt and were covered in blood.

Furian turned and hollered at the barmaid again. “Hurry it up! Our mugs ain't gonna fill themselves!”

When he turned back to Tesama, Pereth, and Digger, his companions were face down on the table. He frowned. His first thought was that they had passed out. How many rounds had they drank? He'd lost count, but he'd seen them handle much more than this. His next thought was that someone had slipped something into their drinks.

That's when he saw the blood pooling beneath them, spreading out on the table and dripping to the floor.

Someone grabbed the knot of his hair from behind and jerked his head back. Something sharp dragged across his neck. Hot blood spilled down his massive chest. He tried to speak, but no words came. He fell forward onto the table and joined his companions in their eternal repose.

“Swine,” the Dhampir Infiltrator said with a sneer. She dipped two fingers into Furian's blood and touched it to her lips. “You even taste like a pig.”

The patrons of the tavern stared in wide-eyed silence as she stalked out of the tavern and disappeared through a pair of swinging doors.

The barmaid glided forward and thunked the mugs of ale onto the table and the blood. “This ones on the house,” she said, and laughed.

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