[The spirit hovers closely to the man's arm and seemingly attempts to draw strength from it, from how it flickers and wavers in its glow. This non-blood doesn't seem to be enough, however, and it floats back, drained.]

[The Dragonslayer has noticed that something is happening between the man and something flickering. She comes over and sees that he has a fresh wound on his arm.] Why are you bleeding, Sir? This will not do. Now you cannot join my search in the Forest for fear of catching an infection.

[While the woman fumes, the spirit says weakly,] Blood for blood...

[It flies up towards the Dragonslayer, grabbing her attention away from her scowling, and causing her to ask:] Is that creature speaking? Are you able to interpret, Sir? What does it want from us?