Albrecht listened intently to his squire's words, mulling them over quietly in his mind as he began to paint a picture of Vistina and its environs, as well as how he might accomplish the task he had been set upon. There was no doubt that many people could see Albrecht von Schwartz as an arrogant man. But he was not a fool that would dismiss the good advice of others. Thus far, Wulf had shown his competency in ensuring that the compound was prepared for his arrival, and that he had an appropriately prepared meal for the evening.<br/><br/>The thought of her blood made his thoughts diverge from the path they were meant to be on, but he recovered with an unexplained shake of his head. It was time for business, not reminiscing of one's dinner.<br/><br/>"That seems to be a sound enough plan," Albrecht speaks once Wulf has finished. "So, my agenda tomorrow will be to meet with our allies in this city and thereby begin our work. That seems appropriate enough, and I assume that you have already taken the necessary steps to arrange our meeting." He trusted the squire had, for he would be rather displeased if it were not so. Yet there was little doubt in his mind that everything had been laid out. In truth, it was rather welcome to have an assistant of sorts to help him prepare. Thomas, though a kind squire, had not done very much in the way of planning, content to stick to the traditional roles of a squire and not presume to do more. And when he had been a fledgling vampire (Albrecht liked to think this was no longer the case) he had performed all of his tasks alone. Having an advisor was quite a step-up, even if the tasks he now faced were all the more difficult and perilous.<br/><br/>"Yes... show me around the manor," von Schwarz spoke, gesturing for the squire to lead on. He knew he would come to know this place well in the coming time, whether it was months, years, or even decades. As a child of the night, he had all the time in the world, but he had to start soon.