[ Carmilla turns the tube over in her hands, tutting softly under her breath (slowly, humanity's grasp on technology is catching up with its elders. It isn't there yet, but Carmilla isn't the only one among the older vampires who dislikes every reminder). Eventually she is satisfied that there is no trick here. Or at least that whatever trick is here, it is not in the equipment. ]
Your word, my lord, before you do this. I give you my blood to find your enemy. You will use it only for this. Swear it.
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Your word, my lord, before you do this. I give you my blood to find your enemy. You will use it only for this. Swear it.