The town was in shambles due to the fear of the wretched vampyre. In an effort to help I went to talk to the one they call Morgan. I was told to head to the Blue Moon Inn but could not pass up the wonderful smell of garlic from upstairs. With the smell of garlic on my clothes, I traveled to the Inn where I spoke with Dr. Harlow, a retire vampre slayer himself, about the vampyre disturbances. Because he was so drunk I saddled up on a barstool at the Inn for a beer myself. Once I finished my pint I was ready to talk to the good doctor again. I got my itinerary and the necessary tools to go get me a vampyre. Ironically the Count of Draynor could be found in Draynor Manor. On the path, I found a couple other tired warriors that would give me a much-needed hand with the Count. While I opened the coffin, my fellow warrior began the fight. I must say I did little more than strike the final blow to Count Draynor, but with the help of some newfound friends and a wood stake driven through the heart, Count Draynor was no longer a problem for the town of Draynor Village. I probably should have taken my new found friends back to the Inn for a much-deserved beer.