Mainz, pah, von Schwarz thought to himself. It seemed sometimes that he was the only Austrian in all the Teutonic Order, though of course he knew it was not true. These other Germans could grow rather tiresome, in truth. Even the company of a Bavarian would be a welcome respite. von Schwarz did, however, note that Mainz had some rather enjoyable wines, as he rather did not care for beer as many of his brothers-in-arms did. Not that he was going to enjoy such a thing again, the knight reminded himself.<br/><br/>"Ah. A father seneschal to a duke, and hand-picked by Kasper Traugott himself. You have a rather great deal to live up to, then, Wulf." A lull. "The bathhouse, first, then the refreshment. Of course, after that is done, I will want to hear all about this land and the preparations that have been made as concerns it."<br/><br/>There was a certain benefit to being undead, von Schwarz thought. With no fear of disease, he could safely take a bath. Were he still a mortal, it would compromise the protective layer of filth and grime that kept out disease, but being a vampire, there were no such worries; he could smell clean without paying dearly for it. It was just unfortunate that there seemed to be little joy in what was once the soothing feel of water on one's skin, but such was the way of things.<br/><br/>von Schwarz was wondering what the 'refreshment' that awaited him might be. There might be some food and drink, conventional drink, awaiting him, but he would only vomit it up some time after he consumed it. No, he had a feeling that there was something more... suitable, prepared for him.