V is for Varwyth

I am a mask, concealing my true self. I am a master of magic, drawing upon the energies of an unwitting source.

Does he realize it? Does he sense the power I drink from him, fuelling my own?

I cam at his cry. I came to help, yet also to hunt.

All these rumours of vampirism are an insult, a childish prank in this walled city, a feeble attempt to disguise some very naughty behavior and blame another for it.

Time to teach this insolent child a lesson. Time to protect the source of my power as he is villified, for all his protests.

Time to be resurrected.