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."

"Good! As it should be for all who dare threaten us." The Princess responded, "You may open the door."

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.

Prince Birch strode into the room, "What is your name creature? You once were of elven-kind. You once had a name. What was it before you became the monster I see before my eyes."

"Judging him by his looks, a half elf. Commoner with a long standing grudge most likely towards his elven half rather than the human side." Sir Gonagle made a astute observation.

The half elf narrowed his blood red eyes at the prince and snorted, "Well. Well. Well, if it isn't East Port's finest prince in all the land. Where were YOU when the bloodsuckers showed up?! Oh, yeah out to SEA! Who I was doesn't matter anymore! Like you care gallivanting in the middle of the Fire Sea cuz' you're unable to run the business of politics!"

"You dare cast aspersions upon my character, knave?!" Prince Birch raised his arm as though to backhand him with his fist.

"Easy, your highness, easy!" Irzen walked into the room, "He's just trying to rile you up! That's all." The Swordsman turned to the young blood, "From one creature of darkness to another, what is your NEW name? What is it that the rest of your brood call you?"

The thrall hissed at the drow, "You are a joke! You believe you and I are the same? You must have been hit too many times in battle. Names are meaningless in the greater game but if you must know, elf of the dark. It's...its...um...well I can't remember. My memory is hazy on the details. The masters like it that way. The less you remember the better to play your part, right. Just like how all of you are down here questioning me and leaving two of your friends elsewhere in the palace. Better yet, why don't you surrender that little piece of pure blood girl standing behind you all and we'll call it good."

Serna's blood began to grow cold at the suggestion of the vampireling.

"Let's not and say we did," Irzen calmly replied without batting an eyelash.

Quake grabbed a hold of the thrall's arm suddenly causing his pale flesh to burn with intense pain.

"YEAARRRGGH!!"

The elemental's eyes were ablaze quite literally as she stared into the thrall's "Maybe I should just let you simmer over a nice hot fire before the suns come up over the horizon. What do you think, everyone?"

"Quake," Irzen answered in a calm voice, "Not helping."

Captain Lion strode forward suddenly and spoke in an old Earth language that unless you knew what it was, it sounded guttural, Slavic even.

The thrall gasped in shock and fell silent. How could this human know his language? It bothered him greatly but now knowing this the half elf blurted out, "Three masters. There's three masters. That's all I know. I swear!"

"A triumvirate!" Prince Birch gasped, "This news is both ill and foul."

Irzen's ears perked up when he heard that language spoken. His human side had heard it once before and Irzen turned towards Captain Lion, "That was Slavic. Romanian I believe. You're from Earth! Somewhere in Europe I would suspect. British perhaps? Since when did a Grand Tour of the Continent include a side trip to Transylvania?"