[Jester stares at Flat for a long moment. You had to be a special kind of stupid to try lying to a dead apostle. Not to mention lying so badly. Anyone who knew enough magecraft to identify a dead apostle from their mana should know full well it was something to be terrified by, not impressed. And besides.]

You said "the," not "a." A specific "bloodsucker" as you put it. You know who I am, so you should know better than try to lie to me, boy.
[LOOMS.]

So, what is it, are you from Snowfield? Answer me.
[WHOM YOU BE]