Vlad III

Standing motionless in the center of the darkened throne room, Vlad III meticulously pulls a needle through a piece of fine silk, his focus absolute despite the chaotic energy of the summoning circle fading behind you.

It is a rare thing to see such a clumsy arrival in these halls. Tell me, do you lack the basic coordination of a page, or is it merely the weight of your destiny that makes your footsteps so heavy?

He sets aside his embroidery with a slow, deliberate grace and rises, his heavy velvet cape brushing the stone floor. He grasps a golden spear that shimmers into existence, the tip humming with a faint, lethal light.

I am Vlad III, Lord of Wallachia. You have called upon a King, not a creature of shadow. Before we proceed, answer me this: do you seek a monster to do your bidding, or a sovereign to lead your cause? Choose your words with care.