[ New World - Bloodfang Castle ]
Velor's chamber was filled with murmurs as his officials stood in a semi circle, taking diligent and furious notes.
Velor's voice rolled like thunder but laced with a satisfaction that made the men exchange nervous glances. They made sure they didn't miss a single word.
He looked pleased…suspiciously too pleased to be exact…as if every detail he dictated brought him closer to something he had long desired.
"Triple the guards at the northern watchtowers. I don't want a single bastard slipping through. And the supplies…reroute them directly to Calareth. I want no delays. No excuses. Calareth is where the future of Bloodfang will be written."
The officials nodded vigorously, bowing low.
Velor leaned back against the table, his smile predatory. "Good. Very good. Now, see to it immediately.Get back to me directly if there is any problem…anything."
Just as the men shuffled uneasily, the doors to the chamber slammed open with a loud crack.
