"How was I not made aware of this?" Gilbert looked down on the dead body of an elf at the back of its cell. A hooded man next to the body began to bow and try to explain himself. "Erm, well my lord, we didn't notice until later. He must have been carrying poison leaves of some sort, you know how the elves are." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Of course I know that, but, why as he been dead for 28 WHOLE HOURS before you bothered to tell me?! Are you so stupid you didn't think a necromancer would notice he's been dead for so long, or are you so useless that you noticed just now?!" The man threw himself on his knees, only making Gilbert and his followers seem more imposing. "I-I b-beg you my lord, I t-thought he was s-sleeping for certain! S-so I didn't bother!" Another man, hooded under black robes, began to speak. "The subject of our vivisection has perished... I suppose it's only fair this fool serves as a replacement..." The man began to tear up at the thought of being the subject of a dissection while still being alive. "So I may learn the mysterious functioning of the brain of an idiot? Bah!" Another spoke, this time a large fellow in full armor, but rather than an helmet his face hidden by a hood also, red eyes however glowing in the darkness. "If I may be so bold my lord, after the vivisection we usually... clean up the leftovers... Perhaps you would consider letting us of the night guard clean up this mess of a minion?" Being food for vampire. "P-please, I... I beg you! Please!" Gilbert shrugged. "Bah, why not. Try and not make a mess, if you do, clean it up, I don't want viscera all over the place this time around, am. I. clear.?" Sparkling white teeth forming smiles from the half of Gilbert's followers who also had red eyes were seen. "Clearer than a full moon, my lord." As the man tried to rise a hand toward Gilbert, he turned around, leaving his back as the last thing this failure of a servant would see. "NO PLEASE!" In an orchestra of sickening, disgusting and nauseous noise Gilbert and his non vampire followers walked away. "Make sure to add preservants to the elf, the dissection will be tomorrow as planed, I want it as fresh as possible."

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Gilbert finally left this dungeon. He never did like the underground, or any closed space for that matter. How these vampires managed to sleep in a coffin he'd never understand. He looked around for a moment. He wondered where Flavian, his cat, was for a moment. Not in trouble he hopped, although that was doubtful, Flavian being the only thing left from his old mortal life, the only living being other than himself he had bothered to give immortality. Unless you counted rising as a soulless puppet of bones being giving immortality, in that case he had given it to thousands of people. "My lord! My lord!" And back again. Weeks if not months could go by without anything happening in this kingdom, and now two things in one day? "Ugh... What is it?" He turned around to face an extenuated necromancer. "My lord! My minions were patrolling the forest east of here, near that of the elves as you requested. They found something, another scout!" Oh? Well, it seemed the elves were more scarred of him than he thought, how bold. "Kneel." The necromancer executed the order and Gilbert placed his hand on his servant's head. He felt a shiver from him. Suddenly his eyes became of a toxic green, no longer did he see through his own eyes, but he went through his servant's views, his memories, his very soul. He quickly found what he was looking for. Something small, looking at an elf on top of a tree, cornered. Well, this one was smart at least. How many person shot arrows at the undead? Laughable. He quickly went back, leaving the head of his servant alone. "Mmmyes... Get my retinue together and in arms... Order your dogs to leave the elf be, no one can't say I don't have good sportsmanship." The servant got up before bowing again. "Of course my lord, should I also send for you armor?" Gilbert nodded. "Yes, as well as tell the kennel master to get my dogs ready, and get me my Hawk." Yet another bow and the necromancer turned around. He was however interrupted. "Tell me... dogs? Really?" The necromancer turned around. "My lord, no man has ventured here in a long time. Seeing how bodies are lacking, I made due with what I had under hand."

"Alright men, weeee... have an intruder on our territory! Not just an unlucky soul that wandered through the swamps, oh no, an elven scout! I for one have found the last couple of months to be quite boring indeed so here I offer us entertainment, a hunt, but not any hunt, the best of them all, a manhunt! Spread out! Search the forest and leave no stone unturned! Let the manhunt, BEGIN!" With this a thunderous yelling of approval was heard no doubt miles away. On horse or on foot, the undead and necromancers alike began to enter the dead woods. A necromancer approached Gilbert. "My lord... the animals? We are hunting an elf sir." Gilbert had a small laugh. "And what, he'll charm them? Or elude their nose maybe? Please, the elves merely know how to blend in a wood, in nature. This wood is as dead as me and it has the same smell. Out here there is only what's dead and what lives, there is nothing to camouflage this intruder, now leaves to hide from the eyes of my Hawk, no flowers to hide from the nose of my dogs." Or at least it was what Gilbert supposed. Little did he know, the elves indeed had a connection much more special than that with animal life. With this, Gilbert ventured forth in the forest, sending his hawk in the air to spot his target and removing the leash of his dogs, to scout the way and guide him.