"I would think a vampyr one of the lesser dangers of those areas, I would rather face an undead remnant hungry for blood than go into a mine or face a... bear." Thomas doesn't know if there are bears anywhere near, but it seems the best beast to sum up his feelings about the abundance of 'nature'. "Or a pack of ravening wolves." He doesn't need to listen to the townsfolk to stick to lights and something that could almost be civilization, if he felt like widening his definition considerably.

"Why, I would offer my humble apologies at interrupting their business and tell them to not think I view myself superior through the fact of my possession of vitality." He goes down another step, avoiding brushing his hand against a wall, adding more seriously; "I would likely do my best to ascertain who they might have been, and how they met their deaths. Then hope to move them to them to a place where they could receive a Christian burial. A matter of respect."