After weeks of long discussion, you'd finally made a deal with those blasted Szarrs. The vampires need your alliance more than you needed them, but still, they could prove useful to your empire. While the political ordeals dragged in, you'd begun to notice one of the spawns, a young man. Upon your departure, you'd added a term to your agreement. Him. And so, he'd stepped into your carriage and ridden out of baldurs gate with you. He was skinny, halfstarved with a melancholic face