"My lord?" The Necromancer asked in confusion. "Turn them into my minions?"
"Yes." Vladimir answered. "I want them as my pawns."
The Necromancer stared in incomprehension. Vladimir had to know what he was asking for.
"My lord. I'm not strong enough to do it on my own." The Necromancer said. "Those are the two fifth ring vampires whose strength triples when they fight together. My horde isn't strong enough for them."
His words hung in the air. Killing the two powerful vampires was not an easy task, even for someone of his abilities. He knew the potential rewards but he was also aware of the risks. He was more likely to fail than succeed.
"Walk with me." Vladimir said before strolling away, his hands clasped behind his back. After a moment's pause, the Necromancer fell into step beside him.
"Are you saying that you don't think you can do it?" Vladimir asked. "How about this? The moment you succeed, I'll hand Ezra Matten over to you."
