Seeing Damon rummage through the treasury again, the old vampire looked like someone had just poured vinegar into his blood. "Technically, yes. But it's rarely used. Most lords don't bother with their followers…" He tried to stop him, but it was of no use.
"Well, I'm not most lords," Damon cut in cheerfully and continued looting the place until he filled up with even more potions.
When Kaelthorn and Damon finally left the place, the poor vampire weakly leaned against the massive doors, watching the young lord in shock and awe. He did not know whether to be afraid or impressed.
Damon, on the other hand, looked very pleased. He patted Kaelthorn on the back with a big old smile. "Keep this up and you will have redeemed yourself in no time at all."
Kaelthorn coughed lightly at the force of the slap, his shoulder nearly dislocating under Damon's enthusiastic encouragement. He managed a stiff smile, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of pride. "It is my honor to serve, my Lord."
