[ It likely doesn't help that Adrian's eyes reflect the light shined into them, like a cat, and he squints as his vision adjusts. The word 'vampire' clearly gets his attention, but he shakes his head quickly at the question and turns a pleading look on the stranger. He can understand the trepidation, and what this must look like.
Thankfully, the man relents for the moment, and Adrian mostly just holds the door and locks it again when they're through. He'd have been glad to help, but it's seemingly unneeded — the man is strong. A fighter of some kind, perhaps? Or a smith? He'd have to get a good look at his hands to know for sure.
The man is in front of him again before he can cross over to the bedside table to retrieve his gloves and other equipment. Adrian holds both hands up in a placating gesture, though he's careful to maintain the space between them. ]
I think so, yes, but I'd like to stabilize him all the same. I'm a healer. He collapsed at my door... head trauma, I suspect. [ He nods toward the next room, where the crashes have become louder. ] Are you able to move something in front of the door?
[ A pause. ] ...If you're familiar with vampires, then I understand your hesitance, but I'm no friend of Strahd or his foul kind. If you have some means of testing my assurance, I will submit to it, but I can give you only my word. I am Adrian Silverleaf, of Waterdeep.
[ He's half-braced for some demand of proof or payment. Even before this place, Barovia had taught him to expect that... but in another world, things might be different. This stranger might yet be a friend. ]
adrian won't understand his pun but i died
Thankfully, the man relents for the moment, and Adrian mostly just holds the door and locks it again when they're through. He'd have been glad to help, but it's seemingly unneeded — the man is strong. A fighter of some kind, perhaps? Or a smith? He'd have to get a good look at his hands to know for sure.
The man is in front of him again before he can cross over to the bedside table to retrieve his gloves and other equipment. Adrian holds both hands up in a placating gesture, though he's careful to maintain the space between them. ]
I think so, yes, but I'd like to stabilize him all the same. I'm a healer. He collapsed at my door... head trauma, I suspect. [ He nods toward the next room, where the crashes have become louder. ] Are you able to move something in front of the door?
[ A pause. ] ...If you're familiar with vampires, then I understand your hesitance, but I'm no friend of Strahd or his foul kind. If you have some means of testing my assurance, I will submit to it, but I can give you only my word. I am Adrian Silverleaf, of Waterdeep.
[ He's half-braced for some demand of proof or payment. Even before this place, Barovia had taught him to expect that... but in another world, things might be different. This stranger might yet be a friend. ]