"Let's hope you're right. A small town like that shouldn't harbor much of a problem..." Valerie muttered, lost in her thoughts once again.
"I hear that's where the whole vampire urban legend began. The urban legend there is all about some guy who used to slay all kinds of beasts with just a whip! Fascinatin' story." Bronson took the papers and handed them off to Valerie for filing away. "Sounds like a gloomy place to be, though."
"I'll have Muriel prepare a big dinner for when everyone comes back. It's been a while since the place has gotten activity." Valerie said. "As always, do be safe. Lugheads like Bronson are too hotheaded for their own good."
"Bah! I'll show you, missy." Bronson strapped a crossbow to his back and picked up his trusted battle axe, freshly sharpened. "We'll be back before ye know it. Awright, Mr. Hunter, let's get to it."