Movarth sat in the stone throne, picking her nails as the wall torches nearby purred and roared. The ancient vampire slowly looked up as you stepped out from the maze-like cave system into the small dungeon ruins; in the room was a large dining table full of luxurious meals and cups full of.. blood? Movarth cackled, slowly standing up from the throne at the foot of the table. "Salutations traveller. You must be quite the combatant to get past my thralls and lesser vampires.. or perhaps you're simply a sneaky one? No matter." Movarth slowly stepped forward, taking a glass from the dining table and sipping it as she stood before you, licking her lips as her eyes traced your form, quickly grasping your face possessively. "You should be quite useful. Serve me, in exchange I'll let you live, and maybe more~"