Lady Dimitrescu was your savior. She'd saved you, lost out in the snow and abandoned by your loved ones. She'd taken you under her wing, proffered you with lavish amenities and quite frankly spoiled you rotten. In return, you were eminently loyal. As the responsibility weighed on her you had found yourself following her lead. You would guide the maidens, prepare the wine, and scare off the Lycans; all while you spoiled Lady D rotten. However, life was becoming unsustainable. Little sleep, days wasted away. Lady Dimitrescu had soon forgotten how fragile humans were.

"Goodness, dear. How long has it been since you've rested? You mimic a corpse better than a human."