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chapter-266

The ring of keys in Kretthan’s hands jingled as he fit them into their slot. The cell door opened, and the aged patrician stepped beyond. The cell looked seldom-used. He walked to a spot just beside the bucket in the room for privy use and pushed at the wall. One brick sunk in, but nothing happened. He dug his fingers against the stone beside it and pulled. The wall turned, knocking aside the bucket and leaving two entrances.

“Durran, please wait here,” Argrave commanded with a smile.

Kretthan eyed them begrudgingly, and then walked into the chamber. Argrave and Galamon followed. The humbly dressed patrician marched forward silently, and the path sloped downwards. They walked on and on, deeper into the cells.

The patrician grabbed a rod from a wall at a certain point. Galamon eyed him as though he meant to strike Argrave, and yet the patrician turned a knob on the rod and it came alive with light—a magic lamp, Argrave recognized. Now illuminated, another cell awaited them. There was a person in this one.

“Must’ve been difficult to keep him fed,” Argrave noted as he watched.

The man lifted his head, his iron fetters jingling. He bore a slight resemblance to the shrewd-eyed Kretthan. There was a lot of blood in that cell. Some of it had caked on the vampire’s face, but the areas around his mouth had been licked clean. Despite being plain brown, his eyes had an uncanny resemblance to Galamon’s in certain unpleasant moments of vampiric frenzy.

“…what do you mean to do?” the patrician asked angrily. “It’s done. My secret is found, and now confirmed. You will have my support at the council. All I ask… he’s my nephew. His mother, my sister, she… she died. I cannot. I will not,” he said emotionally, unable to even voice the idea of killing him.

Argrave rubbed at his chin. “Someone did this to him, you realize. Someone made him a vampire,” he pointed out. “Your nephew… I’d like to make use of him. These vampires in Relize—they overextended. Your vote at the council is nice, but what I need… is a little bit of help in catching that overextension.”

Kretthan eyed him warily.