And Valacar, the master of Mosela Citadel, had given his response.
Orion sighed quietly. Perhaps he had made his decision the moment he chose not to order the assault. He closed the invitation and looked up, his voice cool and distant.
"Go back. Tell your Progenitor I will visit Mosela Citadel in half a day."
The vampire emissary's face lit up. He had shown enough courage and cunning to complete the task his Progenitor had given him. This was his chance to finally get on the old man's radar. If the clan ever had an opening for an archlord, he might just be the one they'd pick.
The emissary, whose name was Nocthyr, bowed and withdrew. He desperately wanted to introduce himself, but Orion showed no interest, not even bothering to ask his name.
"Bidalun," Orion commanded. "Send word to Holrivus and Thronlis. They will accompany me to Mosela Citadel. Also, have Ashreign dispatch a thousand Wraith Knights to serve as the honor guard for this visit."
