Vassago

Vassago was sitting in his room in the Goetian castle, humming a song to himself. He was reading a book on his bed with the moonlight filtering in through the window. He heard a knock at his door and looked up. “Come in.” He called to the door. The door opened and a guard came in. “Sir. There’s been an infiltration on castle grounds.” The guard announced. Vassago quickly slid off his bed and stood up straight. “¿Dónde? ¡Dímelo ahora mismo!” He exclaimed. His guard nodded.