Kaelarn dragged the Count away from the ballroom. He wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.
'I must find out who that man is. I can't risk angering both the Dawn Court and the Darkwatch. With the support of the council of the Awakened ones, those filthy living-huggers might even wipe out the Night Court.' He thought.
"Master, why are we running away from a human?" Count Xolver was unable to admit his own defeat, let alone understand why a vampire who he considered nigh omnipotent would act so cowardly.
Kaelarn didn't miss his Vassal's implication, nor the reproachful tone Xolver was daring to address him with.
"Listen to me, you idiot." Kaelarn turned around abruptly with a glare that turned the Count into stone.
"We are not running away. I never run away! I'm retreating from an unknown threat that you might have unleashed on our Court, you imbecile! Judging from his smell, that man is barely twenty.
