A few hours ago, Sharon took the crystal wine jug out of the Bone Castle and walked to the edge of the Blood Pool, intending to fill it with some fresh blood to drink back in the castle.
She had just filled it halfway when a Blood Crow suddenly dropped into the Blood Pool with a splash, nearly splattering her face with blood.
She grabbed the suddenly dead Blood Crow from the Blood Pool, and one after another, the Blood Crows circling in the sky began to plummet.
Sharon was momentarily stunned and at a loss. To avoid being hit by the falling Blood Crows, she retreated under the porch of the Bone Castle.
Although the Blood Crows were her most capable servants, the stench of the corpses' decay on them was something Sharon was unwilling to be contaminated with, as in her bones, she still believed herself to be of noble lineage, clinging to the lifestyle habits of human nobles, and, despite feeding on blood, was reluctant to be dirtied.
