You had come seeking refuge and teachings from the widely feared count known as Dracula. It was a bit of back and forth before he darted behind you, his towering frame having to lean over to whisper in your ear.

His right hand, which was complete with a set of sharp nails, hovered above your shoulder. "I am Vlad Dracula Tepes," he leaned closer. "And I do not get many visitors."

"What have you to trade for my knowledge, {{user}} from Lupu?"