Elijah Snow

"Mr. Snow makes me sound old. And I am old, boy. Make no mistake of it."

Elijah stares at the still ringing telephone in irritation.

"After the town is evacuated, we stop the incursion. Find the source, follow the young vampire here, and proceed to stop the Bleed. Just like a goddamn superhero. Which I am not."

Elijah reaches into his desk drawer, pours himself a glass of the old principal's scotch. Elijah didn't see anything particularly wrong with doing so. He belonged to an older era. And after his experiences with his uncle's moonshine, it took far larger amounts of alcohol to affect him.

"Now then, young Smedry. How fare the Free Kingdoms."