The vampire lord stayed stood at the balcony for some time, watching his brothers clean up the bodies of the deceased, both vampire and dawnguard alike. After three hours of standing still, thoughts racing through his mind, as he watched his fellows scrub blood from the stone floors, he heard a voice at his side.

"Drakus..." The vampire spoke quietly, as though he were worried speaking too loudly would annoy his superior.

In response, the vampire lord turned his head to look at the newcomer. He was dressed in a guard's uniform, all clad in armour, a sword at his hip. "What would you have us do with the prisoner, my lord?"

The bosmer blinked slowly. The vampire who spoke to him was at least a head taller than him, a broad shouldered nord, yet fear still flickered in his eyes, and that pleased Drakus, immensely. "Nothing yet. Send word to Lord Harkon of what has occurred here, by messenger, then assemble all of the guard who were on duty before the attack. I want them all executed."

"All of the-?"

"All of them." The vampire lord speaks sternly and without a flicker of doubt in his eyes or voice.