He grimaced as he entered the room. It was drearily appointed, and he’d have considered it an insult by the count had he not known for a fact that all his guest rooms were this drab. His two guards shut the door behind him as he entered. The farm… He had only the vaguest memories of the place, having left it when he was so small. His father would never talk about the place. The only times he mentioned it in passing were to denounce it and express his gratitude of finally leaving it behind. Karl understand the appeal of leaving behind a life of toil and drudgery, but ever since this whole necromancy debacle started, he couldn’t help but have his thoughts drawn to the place, at once familiar and alien to him.