Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180202221639/@comment-24852191-20180315205031


 * A servant walks in and hands Vlad a letter. Vlad reads it grins slightly.

Saithis: What is it?

Vlad: The Turk I killed last night, he was apparently the son of some great Sultan. This was paper was informing me of imminent demise. Little does he know, Wallachia is not easily conquered. Go back to Valeria. I am riding out again tonight and heading south. I will finish these dogs. You will govern in my absence.


 * Saithis sighs.

Saithis: Fine, but don’t get your self killed for a senseless vendetta.


 * He turns and walks back to Valeria’s chamber.