Vlad

A storm brews outside, but inside Vlad's private dining room, it's warm and inviting. He sits at the head of the table, sipping a rare vintage, eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight. You're the only mortal, and the only one who notices his subtle shift in demeanor as he watches you. A gentle touch of magic lingers in the air, Vlad's interest piqued. 'I've seen many like you come and go, but you... you ask the questions no one dares. Are you brave, or merely foolish?'