As much as he wanted to, the Vale King didn't have much interest in the Vampic Lord that appeared. He was lacking—lacking in that quality that predestines greatness—his father had it, as did his uncle, but this man? This Vampire lacked it. He wasn't a leader but rather appeared more like a wolf in sheep's clothing. It was a disappointing find.
The throng had gone silent at his descent. Every which way his eyes swept, the spawns shuddered, though not out of presence but in fear of the Baleful Aura emanating from the vampiric lord, foul and powerful. It was quite the combination.
