"Nothing lethal to our kind. But troublesome if you're not careful." Cynthia said with a shrug. The Dead have no need to breath. Though sewage can completely ruin leather.
"I've been well I suppose. Been getting more and more busy these nights. Never thought I'd see the night I would be this popular." The goth said with a laugh. "You?" She stopped as soon as Maple made herself known. "Oh Priscus Wood. Good evening. We had just wrapping up Clan business. How are you?"