Liutpold’s hurried dash down the hallway left him feeling confused and lost. He seemed to think that he remembered his way back. It took him less than a minute to realize he was rather lost. It seemed after he realized that he was lost the hallway was less friendly.
“It has to be my nerves,” He whispered to himself. He was going to try using a system of always turn right to see if that proved to be any use.
As he was getting ready to make his third turn he thought he heard something hit the floor. He turned around quickly but didn’t see anything.
The corridor was empty except for small wooden torches along the walls that cast just enough light to make the floor visible. Liutpold looked closer at the torches and noticed that some were wavering.
“Strange I feel no wind,” He said aloud. Somewhere nearby he thought he heard a whisper, so he decided to continue his walk. After a few more turns the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up and he could almost feel someone watching him.
“Valdemar is that you? I think I’m lost can you help me out,” He asked.
“I’m sorry I ran out on you but the dreams terrify me deeply,” He added.
He adjusted his collar and checked to make sure his sword was secure. What am I worrying about? Valdemar’s stronghold can only be found by those who already know where it is. He assured himself.
After a few more steps he rounded a corner that had a mirror in it. “Strange I didn’t recall seeing that before,” He said to himself.
Just then a cool breeze drifted past him and he felt the sudden urge to continue on. As he walked past the mirror he saw a dark form behind him.
He dove to the ground and pulled out his sword. When he looked up he saw nothing. He spent a few moments waving his sword slowly through the air. Feeling sill he stood up and put his sword away.
“I must be loosing my mind. Now I'm sacred of the shadows and invisible spirits,” He chuckled to himself.
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Valdemar was sitting in his study rethinking over his conversation with Liutpold when he noticed something strange. The table nearest the door was missing the book he had set on it a few nights ago. Something called “Bernard’s Grand Book of Lupines”. If he recalled correctly it was about how to kill werewolves. Strange, he thought.
He replayed the last few moments in his minds eye and realized that the book had been there when he and Liutpold had entered he room but when Liutpold and exited it was gone. He Thought carefully and realized the book had vanished before Liutpold had headed towards the door.
“So we have an intruder inside the castle grounds do we,” He said aloud. He reached under the desk and pulled a short wooden object out and folded it into his robes.
That was when his heightened senses alerted him to something amiss. The scent was somehow familiar and he realized it was an herb that members of House Scorpius used when there were hunting a victim.
“Liutpold," he whispered and headed for the door. He never saw the blow before it hit his head. He was slammed against the door and beaten repeatedly. As he sank into darkness he felt hands reaching into his robe.