A Turkish Janissary, curse the heathen filth. It had been a long time since Alexandreina had thought of the war, though what this signified it was hard to say. Were the infidels so well settled in her nation that they felt able to explore its most distant corners and clear them of such unwelcome inhabitants as vampires, or was this merely the foraging or scouting party for a new Ottoman invasion force, that had blundered into these woods by unlucky chance?
An interesting conundrum… that would have to wait, as the Janissary had caught sight of her, which is hardly to be wondered at, in this ridiculous glittery get-up of yours, and was now advancing on her with his little book held open at the last page. Alexandreina had no knowledge of Arabic script, and the meaning of the words…