The meal was
largely uneventful. We were served plates bearing several slices of venison and
an assortment of vegetables. That wasn't the important part however – the
conversation was what I wanted to hear, even after consuming nothing but
travelling rations for that past week.
To begin
with we exchanged nothing much more than pleasantries, until I brought up the
case of the captured vampire. He talked about it at length (for as I learned
later, it had killed several of his closest friends) for sometime – from him I
learned of several things. They weren't your average vampires. They were
faster, stronger and more intelligent. At the time I was puzzled, how was this
possible? He also commented on their behavior They merely observed. They were
found on the outskirts of town without fail every night. Why? He offered to
take me to the captive after the meal and I intended to take him up on the
offer.
After some
more talk of the vampires, he inquired about my equipment once more, and asked
if he could inspect it. I of course allowed him to and he remarked on its
condition. He suggested that his smiths could improve them, and I thanked him
but made one condition – No gilding. I suspected I would need every advantage I
could get, but I liked to keep my gear functional, not stylish.
It was
shortly after this that he took me down to the dungeons. It was a sharp
contrast to the warm clean air above – it was cold (so cold in fact that our
breath was visible in the air), damp and the air carried a fetid stench one
would only find in such a place. I was led to a single cell with guards on
either side of the door, both wearing grim expressions.
Slowly, they
turned and opened the door to reveal a figure wearing... a hunter cloak? I went
inside and Gareth followed me, gesturing to the prisoner before pulling a sack
from his head. There was no doubt about it, the man who sat before me, he
was... my friend. He was Thorinus. What was happening here?
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