She watched the white haired woman enter, or rather her aura, absently she thought the other woman looked frightened. It seemed a frightened doe had entered her Inn more then an actual woman. Her energy was so shaky with the emotion that it was hard to identify even what she was really... but she could still track it and feel as the magic left it. So her speed had been magical in nature, even if she wasn't sure the woman realized she was using it. The vampire said nothing, however, as shortly after a male entered. She sighed softly, her ears picking up his shy voice.

There was darkness in his aura.... she could feel it even as her magic suppressed it within the Inn. It was easy to guess that he was one of those drawn here. It was only natural really, the monastery's darkness needed to feed and so it would draw those it wished towards the place. It's demons were many, and their hunger constant. Much like the Weeping Lady outside, even some of it's ghosts were hungry for the blood of others. The vampire in turn fed on them even as she guided adventurers trying to destroy them. She did not stand, however, as they seemed afraid enough she wasn't sure if they'd bolt. So she stayed on the couch, lounging as if she was another guest.

Aya stepped to the side as she felt someone approach behind her as her eyes followed the purple haired male. There seemed a strange blue sheen over his hair she thought absently, it's shininess surprising her. She'd never seen something like that except in certain supernatural creatures. Then again, the vampire's hair seemed strange too. Green yet black. She felt almost plain next to them really, even as she knew she was pretty in a vague sort of way. She listened to the shy male, surprised. He didn't look like the sort you'd expect to be shy. He looked rather bold really until he spoke, sort of like a some aristocrat back home with that bone structure and his hair. Still, if he had managed to make it through the town he had probably far too much strength to be comparable to the group. Magical strength likely more then physical but in this place that was probably better.

"Hello, I'm Aya. Are you here to check out the monastery too?" She asked softly, her tone a little uncertain as she held out her hand for him to shake. She was sure they could help each other, and it would be better then being alone. Her instinct was to run, just like the rest of her kind, rather than fighting even if she had learned to fight over time in exile. She could hold her own and knew magic but it would be easier to ignore the instinct with another there. She would have an urge to protect then and that was always stronger then the urge to run.