I let out a breath as I rip my sword out. This is going to get ugly. I turn back to Vox Machina. They know I'm a Blood Hunter, however... I'll bet my life that half of them if not all of them don't know what it means. My blood was not altered, my blood was cursed. It was corrupted. I have been corrupted. I have been cursed for more than a thousand years. 

"You guys have questions, I assume." I say.

"Magic sword. Where'd you get it?" Grog asks.

"Pulled it out of the stomach of a dragon when I was young." I answer.

I light a cigar and start smoking it.

"A Blood Hunter?! Don't you eat the hearts of children?" Pike asks.

I look at her in surprise and disgust.

"Are you pulling my leg or something?" I ask.

"A real-life blood hunter in the flesh, well I'll be." Vax says.

"There has never been a Blood Hunter in centuries." Vex comments.

"We... most of us have been hunted to extinction. As far as I know, I am the last of my kind." I say.

A trivial matter. It doesn't matter that I am the last of my kind. Nothing matters to me anymore. I have infinite chances. Infinite lives. Infinite everything. I am so damn tired of this. Cursed for an eternity of suffering in the worst way. I've practically lost hope of freeing myself. 

"Well, so long." I turn.

"Wait." Vax says.

I turn back to them.

"We owe you, big time." Vax says.

"So? It doesn't matter." I say.

"What if we do dinner with our new money?" Vex asks.

"You mean the money I gave you not an hour ago?" I ask.

"... Yes." Vex says.

"Okay. Fine. I suppose I have nothing else to do." I sigh.