Lucien, Velira, and Kaelith stepped onto the dusty plains of Mexia, their presence enough to silence the planet. The trio walked with the kind of calm confidence only predators carried, their every step echoing authority. The kobold inhabitants barely dared to breathe in their direction; they scattered like frightened birds, too aware of whose bloodline these three carried. No one wanted to be the fool who provoked Dracula's children.
Lucien's golden eyes scanned the horizon, his senses stretching like a net across the small world. "So, Kaelith," he said, his tone cool but edged with curiosity, "where exactly is this werewolf? I've swept the planet twice, and all I see are kobolds hiding in their holes."
Kaelith, hands folded behind his back, didn't break his stride. His expression was calm, almost amused. "Keep looking. If it's here, we'll find it. Don't tell me your senses have dulled."
