On the east side of Rothenburg, in the upper class shopping district, a bar called Ogres Teat is lively with off shift guards. Its central location makes it the nearest bar from any guard barracks, Royal, Filtiarn, Weyenberg, and Ballanger guards alike find solace and comfort in the bottom of a few bottles. It is pretty often that fights break out, as the feud between Ballanger and Filtiarn has extended far beyond the two old lords. The day began as usual, the barkeep, Barnaby Vickers, opened for business as the sun began to set as that was when the first day shift of royal guards would be relieved of their duty for the night shift. From there only more would trickle as the Lords guard rotations swapped as well later in the evening. Before midnight, the bar was filled to the brim with men and women off guard-duty, and looking for a pint.

The first and only fight of the night started just after midnight. A large bearded man had shoved a smaller younger lad, causing his mates to start a ruckus. Without hesitation, the bearded man sucker punched of the young lad’s nearby friend, knocking him out cold. This caused both The bearded man’s party and other man’s group to jump from their seats to action, starting an all out brawl between a dozen men and women. With the help of uninvolved bystanders, Barnaby was able to end the unsanctioned battle royale, and proceeded to cut off and kick out all those involved. It was all and all, a standard night for the barkeep. He simply swept up the broken glass and wood, and had the spare tables and chairs from the back pulled out and the reserve mugs and shot glasses. This was not the first or last time a fight would break out in his bar.

In the the early morning hours of the day, the upper class shopping district is often only peppered with foot traffic, as most who can afford to shop in the district, can afford to sleep in. At the intersection in front of the tailor, across from the bakery and bank, there lies a small fountain often filled with coins and wishes. As the elderly woman who worked as a teller walked to the Rothenburg bank walked past the fountain, she unleashed an unholy wail that woke everyone in the near vicinity. The water in the fountain was a deep crimson with three floating bodies in their own viscera. The large bearded man lay floating in the fountain, with two very distinguishable holes in his neck.
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Gustavo woke in an icy sweat, tightly gripping the sheets of his bed, his wife only lightly stirring at the disturbance. The night terrors had been plaguing his sleep for months, and they were starting to feel more and more real as time went on. He saw his kingdom fall to the dust, destroyed by a volcano beneath the earth’s surface. The night before a giant wave had washed it all away, destroying everything he and his dynasty had built. It was almost always the same thing, his kingdom or his castle or his family, everything he worked so hard to build and protect, would all crumble before him and he would only be able to watch helplessly. Looking out the window, he could see the full moon from his side of the bed, a luxury he had come to appreciate with his unwavering insomnia. He watched the moon rise and fall, and the stars fade into the morning sky, until he heard the knocking of the servants assigned to wake him. Commander Grux stood outside of the King’s quarters waiting for Gus to finally emerge from his Quarters, as he had the luxury briefing the king on what was found in the fountain earlier in the morning. 
“Gus! I mean, your highness! My King!” grux spoke, feigning a salute at his longtime friend. 
“Get on with it Kristof.” Gustavo replied with a sigh and a smirk.
“There was another incident last night. Three bodies were found in the eastern shopping district in the fountain by the bank. My guard’s are gathering the bodies for Matilda to examine. It looks like another vampire attack from what I saw.” The commander said bluntly.
“I thought we doubled our rotations last month. Why in gods name does it never end.” The king shaking his head in his hand. 
“Alert Haalard, tell him that him and his guild have their new mission. Now please excuse me, I would like to enjoy my breakfast before I have anymore bad news ruin today.” The king spoke in a semi-serious tone causing Grux to back off a little. 
“Yes sir. I’ll update you when I know more.” Grus spoke, heading down the hall as a quick pace.
“Grux. One thing before you go. Isn’t that bar that your guards like to go by the bank?”
“Yes sir. Why?”
“Well did you double check to make sure the bodies laying in the fountain dont work for you?” Gus answered, his tone becoming slightly agitated.
“No sir, my subordinates all know each other very well, and they were not recognized by anyone working for me.” Grux replied firmly.
Gus only nodded at his commander, who replied a quick bow and then darted off to find Drystan. Making his way to the dining hall within his castle, Gustavo sat with his family to enjoy breakfast. He maintained his cool, calm, and collected composure as he always did with his family, despite already having a gut feeling he knew where the problems lie. Motioning to one of his guards surrounding the table, he whispered orders into the guard's ear for him to fetch Lords Filtiarn and Ballanger and have them come to the small council room. The royal guardsmen promptly left the room in a rush. Leaning back, Gus sipped his juice blankly staring past his family, as his mind ran kept running at a hundred miles a minute.