One of the vampires who wielded a synth used the edge of his weapon to steer the boat full of full-grown men toward the shore without uttering a word. It was strange to the men as more than one man was needed to bring the boat ashore but this vampire had done it with his weapon in one hand.
"Good day, People of Transmere," Jeffery said but no response was given to him as the guard just looked into his eyes with a face carrying a stone-cold expression.
After the six men got down from the boat, the vampire wielding the synth, a deadly-looking weapon that seemed like with one movement, it could decapitate someone. The other vampires who were present began to frisk the men from their shoulders to their toes, searching for anything that could tend as contraband to Transmere. He found that everyone was clean as the only things that were in their possession were clothes and food supplies. The vampire who searched was satisfied and he gave a nod to the one wielding the synth.
