[ The scent is there, but distorted. The metallic stench of blood probably isn't unexpected, but there's something else, too. The too-sweet, choking smell of rotting flesh. The too-clean smell of magic, like air after lightning, coming from a source other than Sypha. The smell leads to one of the bartizans, held apart from the main structure of the building by a single walkway and nothing else in one of those statements of 'actually fuck the laws of physics, I'm powerful' that vampires are fond of.
There's suspiciously little between the roof and that structure, despite Carmilla clearly being ready for their arrival. It could be that her defenses were concentrated behind the obvious entrances. This is, however, Carmilla. ]
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There's suspiciously little between the roof and that structure, despite Carmilla clearly being ready for their arrival. It could be that her defenses were concentrated behind the obvious entrances. This is, however, Carmilla. ]