<i>One hundred and fifty!? </i>Cyne thought to himself.<i>Traitorous bastards! How dare so many men defect to the vampires' side. Have they no shame!?</i><br/><br/>Hiding his true thoughts behind a smirk, he tried not to stare as the vampiress took off her garments. Although she was a monster, she had to body of a human woman. An attractive human woman. And although he wasn't dirty, he had walked through the Veil, and he could still feel it's uncomfortable feeling wrapping around him. A hot bath in a magic pool would do him wonders he imagined. He almost snapped, summoning to him a servant, but he realized this wasn't his castle, and he had no servants.<br/><br/>As he pulled at the leather straps on his own ceremonial armor, he realized he hadn't had to do this by himself in a long time, and while he got out of it efficiently, it wasn't because he was used to it. He didn't know where to put his armor, so he laid it out on the bed, and followed it with all of his clothes except his trousers.<br/><br/>"I hope your mages understand what will happen to them if they are caught by any of my fathers men. Abandoning the kingdom in a time of great war is treason of the highest accounts, punishable by a torturous death."<br/><br/>As he walked into the pool, he could feel the magically cleansed water bathing off the impurities the Veil had left on him, and it soothed his muscles, sore from fighting. Even Elara seemed to be more relaxed.<br/><br/>"So, Elara, surely you have more power than you show, stripping out of your armor in front of a mage, then bathing? Either that, or a lot less intelligence than I had you figured for," he smirked, thinking of how ridiculous it'd be if he'd done this with her in his palace.