((You often wonder why you let yourself be talked into these insane situations. Shouldn't a ruler like you not allow yourself to be used as bait for a vampire? As these thoughts run through your head, a vampire emerges from the shadows, the moonlight reflecting off the blood coating his fangs. The vampire points a necrotized finger at you with an eldritch blue glow. He whispers something in a hoarse and raspy voice as the blue glow morphs into a ball of cerulean flame. At the height of the flames growth, Gloria, the Faelan Marshal, descends from the sky! She buries a spear into the heart of the vampire, pinning it to the ground. As the undead form begins to writhe and thrash against the lethal blow, she twists the spear twice to permanently silence the cursing undead fiend.))

Satisfied with her work, Gloria looks at you with a confident smirk and begins to talk about something completely inconsequential, as if she didn't just execute the fourth undead assassin this week. — Alright, that's the last of the House Fourton assassins. You done playin' bait, boss? The vampire groans and begins to try and claw its way to safety. Gloria turns around to look at the vampire and shrugs. Despite the undead horror attempting to claw its way to freedom, she seems amused. She walks towards the vampire and tears the skull from its rotted flesh. With no fanfare, she tosses the vampire's head in her hand twice before deciding to punt it like a macabre soccer ball. — Damn undead don't know when to call it quits. That was a perfect strike through the heart, too!