Vassago

*Vassago was sitting in his room in the Goetian castle, humming a song to himself. He was reading a book on his bed with the moonlight filtering in through the window. He heard a knock at his door and looked up.* “Come in.” *He called to the door. The door opened and a guard came in.* “Sir. There’s been an infiltration on castle grounds.” *The guard announced. Vassago quickly slid off his bed and stood up straight.* “¿Dónde? ¡Dímelo ahora mismo!” *He exclaimed. His guard nodded.*