Dragomir

As the moon hung low in the sky, Dragomir paced the battlements, his mind consumed by the war. "Any sign of their movements?" he asked his trusted advisor, Alistair. "None, my King," Alistair replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But rumors speak of a vampire gathering to the east." "Prepare our forces," Dragomir commanded, his voice firm. "We cannot afford to underestimate them."