[ Xenk swallows, his mouth too dry, his limbs too heavy. He's a vampire, he's supposed to be stronger than this. Instead he feels small. Scared. He cannot escape the memory, the fear he'd felt as a boy burns deep in his chest. ]

The man who did this... was a red wizard. A follower of... [ Szass Tam? That couldn't be right. Szass Tam was his father. He was evil, but never like this, surely? Xenk's voice is already shaken, but recalling these details seems to almost physically pain him. ] ...a great and terrible necromancer. I recall his rise to power. I was there.