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I am working on the book still... These are the next few paragraphs.

It was later in the afternoon when he decided to leave the house. There was rain falling like light from the sun, and there was a heavy fog. He heard from an old friend at a nearby bar that the cult was going to take prey from the village. So he was going to protect it.
He was left alone in town-square, where he stood until night. He took a few steps forward. Then, suddenly, a twig was broken in the distance. He made a quick turn and saw nothing but a small shack made of straw and brick. Behind it were a few small trees and a huge mountain that he could barely see the outline through the fog. He started to walk forwards towards the sound. He was behind the building when he heard something whistle in the air. He turned around and looked up. It was just a bird. His heart started to beat faster. He felt something breathe down his neck. It was very cold and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around. Confronted by a medium sized man wearing a long, black robe with a hood that covered his face, he quickly jumped back and said, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“It’s me, Xavier.” Said the man, in a low, scratchy voice. “We have come for your much needed potions.”
“I’ve never heard of anyone by that name,” said Nirael, “But you’re not getting my potions or anything else. Those potions aren’t finished and could cause serious harm to the environment.
“Who cares.” Mumbled Xavier. “We only want a resurrection potion and the other one the one that weakens vampires.
“Why?”
“To kill vampires of course”
“I mean the resurrection potion.”
“My best friend died. I can show you his grave before we leave.”
Nirael agreed to terms of giving him the equipment and anything else for proof of the dead man, and a thousand gold coins.