[b][u]Adrian[/u][/b] The room he was laid in was warm and beside him lay two women, both willing participants in his way of healing, he had drank his fill, each of the girls were someday going to be sired into vampires by him, but for now they remained his faithful servants. When Alistair's text came through he replied simply, "The Master of Whispers regrets being unable to show himself...sorry brother...annoy Praetor for me." ------------------------------------------- [b][u]Morgan[/u][/b] Morgan had been the one to take Adrian into the Tortuga to rest and using his cell phone she called the two women who had pledged their service to him forever. Once they had arrived and got settled in, Morgan took herself into one of the other rooms and got a shiny black dress that barely hung above her ankles, the dress itself was what almost looked like scales, if asked she would jokingly say it was her gift from a dragon, if only the knew...it was her gift from [i]The Dragon...[/i] when she was fully dressed and had put on a touch of makeup, just enough to compliment her deep red hair, she made her way to the Kingston manor and let herself in walking into some form of silly argument, "Mind your tongues...we are guests after all." Her voice was calm and level but underneath it was a layer of power only one as old as her could speak with, "After all there will be plenty of time to argue and bicker after we have solved the issues at hand." She took a seat next to Beatrix, her movements reminding one of a spider in the way she did things...elegant and oh so deadly. --------------------------------------------- [b][u]Lucian[/u][/b] Lucian remained upstairs, sitting in front of the mirror awaiting to be called down, awaiting a death sentence. If that was the choice he would accept it and give back the life he had been given so long ago. He would join his son in eternity, he opened the chest at the foot of his bed and put on his suit, his uniform from world war 2. It would serve him well once again be it in life...or death.