The General stood in front of Agremonth Castle waiting patiently as Lorna stared into the distance, ambivalent as ever. Since arriving from the remote beach the older woman had sent him to, Talmot had been careful to keep his interactions with the witch at a minimum. Even if her contract forbid her outright hurting him in any way, the General was sure some form of subversion was afoot.
He knocked on the massive wooden doors for a third time, positive that Astrophel was ignoring his arrival. Unfortunately, having no reinforcements to accompany him, it seemed the vampire did not feel inclined to respond and there was absolutely nothing Talmot could do about it.
The general understood his presence was no threat to the vampire Lord and that seemed to be the only language these creatures understood. Talmot was a proud man who served with honor, a trait sorely lacking in the aristocracy of Ibudal, he noticed on more than one occasion.
