King Thoron camouflaged in the dark hallway of the palace unnoticed until he appeared at a dark corner by the door of a closed room. He surveyed the area and when he was certain no one was watching, he fished out a bunch of keys in his pocket and inserted a dirty and rusty one.
The door complained in annoyance, cursing the years of service it had to serve the vampire royalty. It was as if it had been woken from a deep slumber. The rot fell off its hinges, when Thoron was inside.
His eyes dilated in the darkness until he found a torch by the wall. He lighted it and waved it at the corner. Several skeletons of humans lay on the ground, some quick to break when the king stepped on them.
