Martin looked around bored.
He saw very few to no movements, no tech.
He debated sneaking in after all, but it was [i]still hard to immagine he's been standing here in full view unnoticed.[/i]
Then from the castle a figure emerged and slauntered over to him.
Matin studied the figure. [i]Expressionless, slightly hunched over, moves lethargically, dead stare, human.[/i]
He waited patiently until the man was close enough and nodded curtly, hiding that he was happy to see the guard was a thrall.
"Good evening."
"I have to bring you in." grumbled the disgruntled thrall.
"I know."

The thrall led Martin to the castle while he followed silently.
While they walked Martin noticed [i]they weren't going for the front gates but around the back to servant's area.[/i]
He studied the man further, copied his movements and dead eye stare.
They arived at a small door that lead to the kitchen.
Some thralls were handling a pile of corpses. [i]No wait, they were still breathing, sedated humans?[/i]
A pair of other thralls were working on a variety of strange culinary endevours that look like they come from the requests of some strange and thus often old vampires. As sickening as this place was to Martin [i]this was clearly the vampiric definition of fancy dining.[/i]
And the scale of it meant that Martin's expectations of a single old blood were pretty much shattered.
While he worked out if that was going to make this harder or simpler the fancy dressed thrall that had brought him had kneeled on the ground and bowed deeply,[i] as if in deep faith or remorse.[/i]
Martin almost asked what he was doing, but maintained his facade.
Suddenly the thrall started to violently and rapidly slam his forehead onto unforgiving stone.
A splatering display of blood and bits of brain and bone decorated the kitchen floor as Martin faught the urge to stop him and stay in solemn silence.
[i]A moment of silence for a broken slave.[/i]
Martin calmly picked up the corpse and set it aside and took a broom as if he was comanded to do so.
After cleaning up the mess he stripped the broken toy of it's clothes and donned them himself.
The thrall he unceremoniously dumped on the actual corpse pile.
His new atire seemed to demand him to be some kind of butler or messager so he walked off into the hall.
After navigating the castle for a few moments he found the dining area. When he wanted to walk in he immediately noticed a therribly dark and tense atmosphere. He decided for now to wait in the shadows silently and listen closely.