"Or you could just," Another female voice came into the room behind them dressed in steampunk attire. She winked at Serna and gave her a thumbs up. "Find the thralls like the one I just dragged into the dungeon."

The Shield Maiden turned towards Quake and grinned from ear to ear, "Quake! You're alright! You made it!"

Quake gave the prince and princess a formal bow where she stood.

"Gadzooks! Lady Quake! Good to see you again!" Prince Birch rose from his seat at the table, took the Dragon Elemental's hand and kissed it, "I see that your hunting of these vermin went well. Into which cell did you toss the thrall?"

Quake brought a finger to her lips for a moment and replied, "On the first level with a view unless you want him in isolation, your highness."

"Isolation would be preferable," Princess Cauladra offered, "At every turn, this thrall should be convinced that there is no hope of escape from our palace."

Quake gave her a slight bow acknowledging the princess.

Irzen turned towards Quake, "Nice work! I was beginning to worry about you. What did you learn from your little foray against the undead?"

"Other than trying to bite me to impress his master which by the way gave him a serious case of heartburn. Gods I love being too hot to handle!" Quake's skin glowed bright red for a few seconds in front of everyone. Amazingly her leather outfit was untouched.

Captain Lion raised an eye brow, "You must be Alyson's creation then?"

"Yes sir! The Lady and I are one and the same. Well sort of!" The elemental grinned.

"With the permission of our hosts, can you direct us to the cell, Quake?" Irzen asked the Dragon Elemental, "I think its time we had a little chat with our vampire-loving friend."

"Indeed!" Prince Birch added, "A good interrogation would do all of us a realm of good in terms of finding the nest of these vampires and their master."

"Lead on!" Serna offered as she rose from her chair.

Princess Cauladra joined her husband's side as they all walked to meet the Thrall.

Both Sir Gonagle and Captain Lion joined them as Quake turned about and headed down the corridor to the far left. She paused briefly before heading down a spiral stairway for about forty feet where the guards were stationed. "Per orders of Princess Cauladra, the prisoner is to be moved to the far end cell."

One of the two guards nodded and ran ahead to move the prisoner while Quake waited for the others to join her.

Irzen arrived with Serna in tow, "Well, Quake, let's see what your fishing expedition caught for us tonight?"

The elemental waited down at the end of the long corridor flanked by two of the castle guards in charge of the dungeon. Their armor slightly duller than those who served elsewhere in the castle. They were the seasoned elven soldiers who chose to do their roles given to them after many, many generations of servitude. They stepped aside bowing to both the prince and princess.

From the cell, everyone could hear the prisoner singing a pirate's song of 'Dead Men Tell No Tales.' Quake shook her head quietly, "Oy! He's still singing? Well maybe he'll sing a different song when Irzen and Captain Lion have a few words. That is of course if Prince Birch and Princess Cauladra wish to have a chat with him?"

"Well, he's no Bard that's for sure!" Serna bemoaned as she listened to the song.

"Don't worry, Serna, chances are pretty good that our hosts will probably have his tongue cut out after our interrogation is done. At the very least, NO ONE will be subject to his bad singing ever again." Irzen added.

The Princess stepped forward, "Has the Thrall been suitably restrained and chained to the wall?"

The guard to the left stated, "He is VERY restrained, your highness."

Captain Lion stood there with hands behind his back anticipating a series of questions and answers that could go either way.

Quake unlocked the door and pushed it open for everyone to see the prisoner who was mostly human. It was only at close glance that one could see he was a half elf, slightly feral and sporting two sets of fangs instead of one. His eyes were a dull red and his skin was pale indicating he may been recently turned.

"He's a young blood." Captain Lion blurted out.

"A what?" Sir Gonagle asked.

"Those who are first turned or embraced by a master vampire. Some call them vampirelings. Ones who have proven themselves worthy of becoming apart of the coven." The airship captain stated.