[ As fellow undead, they have much in common. But Xenk has sworn secrecy regarding Astarion's curse, which is a great sacrifice indeed when one has taken an oath of honesty.

Still, he could not possibly fault Fenris for not knowing the finer details between different kinds of undead. ]

You have nothing to compare to, I understand. In our case, the distinction is thus: a vampire must consume blood, while I am closer to what is called a zombie; a reanimated corpse. Though my condition is only partial, thus my body continues to operate as it should—I have a heartbeat, though it is slow, and do not specifically require food, though I am capable of consuming it.

[ He says these things so easily, like he's explaining how the grass grows or the sun shines. But Xenk still hopes his words don't put off Fenris—for all that he is blunt and honest, he's like this because he feels it's what his friends are owed. He squeezes his hand in return, smiling softly. ]

I shall look forward to it, then. I am ever happy to discover new things, and food is an excellent means with which to experience other cultures.