Impulsive decision. You take the figurine in your hands. An unexpected finish of your quest...

Streets of the large orlanian port city of Onteria...

The merchant Oran Van Tassel could not be happier, he was returning home with a purse filled to overflowing with coin. And although his massive mansion was dark and silent at the moment, soon it would ring with the sounds of laughter and music. It was late the sun had vanished hours ago, the pale moon showing only occasionally behind the dark ragged clouds. Unlike many Oran chose not to have live in servants, but instead only have them come in when they were needed.

The hefty merchant made his way into his dark house, lighting a single lamp to find his way. Once he was securely within his study, he sat at his desk to count out his coin. Already sure that it was a massive profit, inside his head he had already began planning for the parties this coin would pay for. Oran Van Tassel was famous for his parties, infamous for the more erotic ones that he threw for select nobles and merchant friends. Where wine, ale, and stronger spirits flowed like water... when a rich bored aristocrat could find whatever carnal pleasure suited his fancy. Having finished his count the Merchant smiled in delight, it was a kingly sum indeed he would eat well for a long time. Standing up his moved to a nearby bookcase, flicking the hidden lever to pull it aside revealing his personal vault.

Opening the safe hidden within the wall, he was just placing his coins inside. When a voice startled him so much that he almost lost his grip on his money... almost, spinning around he follow himself confronted by a tall handsome man with raven black hair. "I have that Statuette you wanted." The stranger had said clearly, however Oran was so startled by this fellows sudden appearance inside of his own locked house that it took him a moment to respond.

"Wha... what? Who... How did you get in here?" As he watched the stranger strolled over and set the forbidden and taboo Statuette in his desk. Oran's mouth dropped open in shock and delight, the coin forgotten as he shoved it into his safe. Quickly returning to the desk, he picked up the craved marble Statuette starring in wonder.

"Ohooooo my. Deity Painal rutting a goat..."- said the merchant. Just having it in his house could get him killed by the Representatives of the royal authorities and the priests of the Church of the Equally Great Brothers-Deities. Of course that would only make the orgies he planned around this piece all the more legendary, the nobles would delight in doing naughty things around something so risque and risky. "Are you one of Beltane's men... why has he not come to collect payment himself?" The Merchant asked as he quickly gathered the coin he had promised for delivery of his prize. Oran starting to feel very nervous about the tall handsome man... wanting to pay him and get him out of his house quickly.

"Beltane is dead... they are all dead." You answered flatly, as the greasy little merchant comes hurrying over with the pitiful bag of coins.

"What? Well I'm sorry to hear that... I didn't think... it was just one Vampire." Oran shoved the bag of coins into the strangers hands, watching as he weight the bag playfully. "Of course that does mean more coin for you."

"You knew about the Vampire? And no it was not just one... there was a nest, a master and his thralls." The merchant found himself transfixed be the strangers powerful glare, his soft body quivering like a bowel of pudding.

"Well no... but I have heard certain rumors." Oran confessed, as he wondered why he was answering the strangers questions instead of telling him to get out.

"Yet you didn't see fit to warn the men you sent..." It wasn't so much a question as a accusation, Oran felt his face burning with a shameful blush. "If I have heard the rumors... I just assumed that Beltane had heard them."

"You lie... you didn't tell them because either knowing they would not have gone... or would have asked you for much more coin." The tall pale strangers eyes grew even more intense, as his hand allowed that bag of coins to drop to the carpeted floor with a soft 'Clink'.

"You are right... of course your right... I couldn't tell them of danger, it would have cost me so much more." Oran's voice had taken on a monotone, as his mind was taken over by your new found power. Reaching out with one pale hand to grasp his neck, twisting his head to the side. Tasting his blood for a long moment, as you consider just killing him outright. And then having a better idea, you instead take control of his mind. You would turn him into your ****, he would serve you until his dying day. "You have a cellar in this house... a room with no windows and only one door?"

"Yes... yes master. My wine cellar." The merchant croaks, as you suddenly realize you are still almost **** him with your grip. You drop him just like you dropped that pitiful bag of coins, stepping back to take a seat looking at Oran kneeling on the floor now. "You will carry on as you always have, you will throw your vile parties. You will introduce your fine friends to your new partner, we will enjoy everything this city has to offer."