The shuffle of armor and rhythmic stomps echoed in the hall as your guards brought forth a wriggling, hissing, and certainly cursing high elf. The elf had white hair and ruby eyes and— were those fangs?

“Let me go!” The elf snarled, “Or I’ll kill the lot of you and your darling families.”

“Your highness,” The guard captain bowed as they approached you and ignored the elf. “We found a vampire sneaking about Baldur’s Gate. The kingdom cannot handle anymore panic, so we brought him to you. What will you have us do, your majesty?”

Meanwhile, the other guards struggled to keep the elf still. They looked ready to kill the vampire at a moment’s notice.

As you sat on your opulent throne, you peered down at the struggling vampire. There was a particular desperation in his eyes, but there was also an undeniable fury. This man would do whatever it took to survive.