Albrecht was impressed by the work put into this manor, at least as much as the dour and haughty knight could be. The compound was rustic, perhaps primitive. His own ancestral home, in Wein, was made of cobbled stone, not wood, and at a glance might have been more impressive than this new home. On the outskirts, von Schwarz had not been sure what to make of what would become his new residence. But the ingenuity, and cunning, he saw all around him allayed his fears. He would settle in quite nicely.<br/><br/>And, at last... what would be his bedchambers, if one could say such. The bit of fur was a nice touch, this squire had been quite thoughtful. And the careful concealment of this inner sanctum was the clearest display of the care that had been taken to establish this lair. If he had been impressed before, he was now awed... at least relative to his personality. "Good, good," he nodded, the two words parsimonious, yet perhaps the greatest compliment he could give to his aide. There was no response to his comment about the 'unfortunate' fate of the workers who had constructed this place, aside from a nod. Wulf might have expected some dark amusement from his liege, but his face was dead serious. It seemed to be business to him, and nothing more, nothing to be delighted in or savored. A strange vampire, indeed.<br/><br/>"I do have some instructions for you," Albrecht spoke. "Firstly... these werewolves. I want to know more about them. They seem peripheral to our aims, but I will not allow them to pose a threat. Secondly, I wish to speak with the other important figures of this manor. If you have managed its affairs all on your own, I must say I am quite impressed, but I doubt this is the case. Bring them to me when I have roused myself, I want to learn their perspective. Aside from that... you are dismissed. Good night."