Maayan Macarius's Story

"I believe you will find all of my fighters lacking, where skills such as yours are concerned. " Having read the piece of paper. "I am prepared, however, to compensate you for your time. In exchange for your services, I am prepared to offer you a place to stay here on my property." She waved a hand as if to say her mansion was the best place in the world to be. "As much gold, or whichever kind of currency works best for you, as you demand." Maurana scoot up closer to her desk, and folded her manicured hands. "However, I don't know much about you, other than what your reputation states. Which of course, mostly speaks upon your ability to conquer and dominate. Whatever it is that you would require in exchange for training my selected there..." She looked to the folder that held profiles of 4 men, "I would be more than willing to oblige."

She leaned back, "As far as an expendable sire goes, unfortunately no, I do not. All of my men are precious and dear, in a sense that they have a purpose or previous owner in which they need to be returned in finer shape than they arrived." She raised an eyebrow, "There is Maayan, though. He is one of my oldest residents, having trained him myself. I would wager that he could survive any technique or situation that you would put upon him." She opened her top drawer, and pulled out another file with the man's name wrote on it in black pen. 'Maayan Macarius'. "I suspect he would prove most useful to you."

Mytri's carriage pulled up in front of Maurana's house. Locally, it was different than what Mytri had expected for a woman of her standards. But the new world had changed Maurana completely from the woman that Mytri used to know.

As the footman opened their door, the two stepped down and walked up to ring the doorbell. A shadowy figure answered the door, a man that Mytri knew to be Maurana's own personal assistant, for lack of a better term. "Ah, Macarius, my dear boy. How the hell have you been?" Mytri stepped inside and slapped the boy on his back. Maayan did not share in Mytri's joy in seeing him. "I've been." He replied. "Good, good. This is my young friend, Dixon." He motioned to Dixon, as the door shut behind him. "I brought your Mistress a new resident a few days ago. The young lad here has business with him." Maayan nodded his head, and turned to walk down a hall. "She instructed me that you might." He spoke, grimly. "Follow me, I'll take you to him, then notify her that you're here. She's in a meeting at the moment."

The hallway was dark, save for the lite candles that dressed the walls. With the click of a key, they entered a dank dungeon room, where the hunter was chained. "Ah, so we meet again." Maayan handed Mytri a lite torch, before leaving them to their business. "I've brought you a friend, Hunter." Mytri mused, stepping aside for Dixon to enter.