Vekarin strode through the long, deserted halls of the Violet Citadel. He was glad to finally be rid of the squabbles of the petty Vampire Lords. He had not seen such stupidity wince the reign of Vlad during the Wars of the Vampire Counts, and did not wish to again. Perhaps forcing the Lords to cease their incessant infighting and face a common task or foe would show them the reason they were truly within his innermost sanctum. If it did not, then he would have no reason to keep them alive as their armies would better be put to use fulfilling the original will of the Council incorporated into his own, and he would dispose of them.
As he strode down a long, dark hall that resembled almost every other one within the fortress identically, Vekarin's balefire eyes espied a dark shadow upon the floor. As he neared the area, Vekarin saw it to be a dark-robed figure. It was Zosz, chief Necromancer to the Scarred Rose, lying on his side upon the cold stone floor.
"What in Abhorash's name are you doing there!?" Vekarin asked angrily. It was not like his chief spellcasters to sweep the floors with their own bodies. Zosz simply held up a hand, urging Vekarin to wait. Vekarin had to suppress the urge to kick the prone figure repeatedly, but when Zosz did something strange, it was usually important. After a few moments Vekarin grew once again impatient and boomed.
"Well? What is it?"
"I hear something." A low and rasping voice replied, yet underneath the exterior it seemed slightly rambunctious.
"What?" Vekarin asked.
"Digging."