[Pine]

A chuckle from behind her, low and dry.
"Jorel? You search for Jorel in this place? For that meandering, pathetic god-child? Ah, Jorel is weak in these realms."
And from behind her, legless man wheeled out, in a strange contraption; a chair with spoked wheels that clicked and grumbled as they moved across the stone. His face was somewhere between young and old; indistinct even to the eyes of the vampire. But the eyes; the eyes were dark and cold and shadowless; sharp like venom and unchanging even while the face could not be distinguished.
"We've been watching you, dead thing. You're an abomination, but you might prove a useful one. Useful, or unfettered. As you've seen, Jorel is nothing. I'm glad you've come to that realisation. There are better masters to serve... better by far. Better masters with better rewards. Why this one?"