How can she do what she does?’ she asked on the third day. “‘Eh?’ I growled, stumbling along the riverbank. “Dior’s eyes were fixed on the sword at my waist. ‘Ashdrinker. How can she hurt the Dead so easily? When you fought that masked vampire in San Guillaume, those wretched in Winfael, it looked like her blade burned them. I thought only silver did that.’
