[Hector's eyes go wide. If this is a trap set by a demon or one of Vlad's rival vampires to try to press gang him into their service, they are very well informed on how to tempt him.]
Just a moment.
[He ducks back into the house to grab a candle. Whoever the stranger is, he is not entirely human, and has better night vision than he does. Hector doesn't bother closing the door behind him. A vampire or a demon would not be able to cross the threshold without an invitation or a spell to remove his wards.
It is only 'paranoia' if the fear is unjustified.
Hector is at the doorway again, candle in hand, and he takes up the letter from the stranger. A reverent finger traces the seal before he breaks it.
Conscious of the eyes of the visitor, Hector tries to keep a stone face as he reads. By the second line, his jaw has dropped. The letter is undeniably from Vlad, and it is as the stranger...as is Vlad's son says. His lips twitch, and he has to consciously fight to not smile like a fool.]
Right...ok, come in. Sorry. I have to be cautious, you understand.
[He holds the letter in his hands with the care a priest might use for a sacred text, awestruck and a little overwhelmed.]
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Just a moment.
[He ducks back into the house to grab a candle. Whoever the stranger is, he is not entirely human, and has better night vision than he does. Hector doesn't bother closing the door behind him. A vampire or a demon would not be able to cross the threshold without an invitation or a spell to remove his wards.
It is only 'paranoia' if the fear is unjustified.
Hector is at the doorway again, candle in hand, and he takes up the letter from the stranger. A reverent finger traces the seal before he breaks it.
Conscious of the eyes of the visitor, Hector tries to keep a stone face as he reads. By the second line, his jaw has dropped. The letter is undeniably from Vlad, and it is as the stranger...as is Vlad's son says. His lips twitch, and he has to consciously fight to not smile like a fool.]
Right...ok, come in. Sorry. I have to be cautious, you understand.
[He holds the letter in his hands with the care a priest might use for a sacred text, awestruck and a little overwhelmed.]