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 * Saithis soon finds Vlad in the dining hall.

Saithis: Vladimir?


 * Vlad looks at him from his seat.

Vlad: Ah, Saithis, my old friend. I have returned from battle with great news. The Turks are all dead and strung by their guts on my pikes.

Saithis: I hope you are pleased with yourself.

Vlad: Ecstatic.

Saithis: So, are you sufficed?

Vlad: No. They will send more and the more they send the more they will die and the more I will preserve and gain in the favor of God.

Saithis: You’re mad.


 * Vlad scowls at him.

Vlad: Madness is something I have no time to possess. To call me mad would be like calling a wall that holds up the roof weak. I am a necessity.