Vladstin is not usually one to be surprised after his undeath, but now, he had felt the sensation of 'his heart coming to a stop and his blood running cold'.
He immediately hid materials behind his back and turned to Sangfroid.
"Well am I dreaming or did the great Sangfroid really did come to see me tonight?" He grinned. "I must be, it is impossible for him to seek me out of his own volition. You must be a phantom, a mere apparition, a figment of the mind---"
"Vladstin, I know what you are up to. I have overheard. I wasn't asleep."
Vladstin felt dread, and yet found himself relishing it. Hmm.... For how long since he has last felt something so severe.
"The wind blows our voices though we do not give it permission to do so." He merely sighed in the end, acting like a wise old man.
