Roland sits down abruptly in the dirt, his pale face growing even paler. "That's not good," he says quietly. "That's not good at all."Rafael wrote: And, clearly visible for everyone inside, an iron coffin with blood stains and clawings all over it...
Open...
Empty...
After a moment, he turns his head and sees his steamer trunk where it had been thrown from the back of the wagon. Standing and making a half-hearted attempt to dust himself off, he walks over to it; muttering something, he opens it and examines the contents. "Well, not bad," he says to himself. Closing the trunk, he picks up one end and drags it into the stable. Seating himself on the lid, he takes his notes from his vest pocket and writes a few more lines, then stands, opens the trunk, and puts his composition book and his pen in the trunk.
Clearing his throat, he says, "Er...I think it only fair to warn you that...er...a rather unhappy vampire is outside somewhere. So...er...be careful."