After traveling some distance through the sewer tunnels, our environs changed: the walls took on the appearance of those in the dungeon. It seems this city has a hidden underbelly, at least in the literal sense.
A campsite lies before us. The hooded figure sits and begins reviving the extinguished fire.
"Now tell me who you are."
A spark catches in the tinder, and the hooded figure gently blows on it until it is an open flame. The firelight reveals his face, and he removes his hood. "We met in the forest, priest. I drank your blood, and I paid the price."
I rise to my feet. "You are-"
"I can't drink blood anymore, priest. You can use your exorcism again on me, I don't fear it. Your god won't punish me for a crime I haven't done."
"How do you live? Is blood not something you need?"
"With the help of your god, I learned that it isn't. The curse leads us to believe it is. But, with that choice taken away, I have been able to live by eating normal food. Join me."