The next morning, a faint sun peeked through the thick clouds over Nightbrook, but it was quickly swallowed by the gloom. A cloaked figure entered the castle, moving swiftly through its shadowed corridors until he came across Rav, who approached to greet him and take his coat and cloak to clean and hang.
"Send them to prepare the breakfast and set the table. What about my wife? Is she awake yet?" came Rohan's voice as he moved his cloak hood from his head to reveal his handsome face with little smudges of red at the side of his mouth that was no doubt blood from his night of feeding. He was a vampire who was never content with merely drinking his blood from cups like the others. To function without going rampant—being the type who wouldn't hesitate to feed on any creature, human or vampire alike—he required a full meal.
