[b][i][u]Vaughtar's room[/u][/i][/b]

The bed was indeed too small, but that didn't pose that much of a problem. It wasn't the kind of bed that had its frame reaching much higher than the mattress at its head and foot, nor were there any sidewalls. Vaughtar's upper body could just jut out where it became too bulky and so could his feet. Wings were a different story: The leathery skin was covering the floor by the square yard.

When Winston entered, Vaughtar had already hefted himself out of the bed. He was using one of his hands to shadow his eyes. These lights! He had never seen an artificial light that was not based on simple fire, but there just couldn't be a fire in these tiny things. It would have smoked and eventually suffocated. So it had to be magic. And that was the thing that scared him more than the metal panels on the walls, the bed and even the weirdly constructed door that was apparently driven by some sort of hidden mechanism. All of this could be explained without magic, but the lights... Some other supernatural being must have caught him and perhaps it just had entered to pay him a visit in his prison.

Vaughtar examined Winston's body with a penetrating look in his eyes, but he was still using his hand to protect them from direct light incidence. Was that man a werewolf ? Apparently not, he lacked the subtle exterior characteristics. A vampire ? He'd find out when Winston opened his mouth again. Something else ? He didn't knew and probably didn't have the means to find out. And that was a very good reason for not attacking rightaway. Perhaps the entire prison was enchanted and wouldn't let him out without the other man's permission.

"Who are you ? What happened to me and how did you get me here ?" His voice was very, very deep, but there was no threat in it. However someone with an eye for body language could see that he was on high alert, if not even in a slight state of panic.