"Sauron, my friend, look at these bats," he says, gesturing to a couple bats hanging from a branch. They are, in fact, dripping blood, but they aren't injured. Rather, it seems that, like Vladimir himself, they are just a little unstable in form. "Aren't they lovely?"
Sauron stared up towards the bats, lips pursing slightly as he processed what he was looking at. If he could squint, he probably would have.
Instead he let out a low chuckle, and shook his head slowly, āLovely? Iām not sure thatās quite the term most would use to describe them, Vladimir.ā
He let loose tendrils of invisible energy, to reach out, to see exactly what the bats were. His magic senses would surely get him more insight than visible inspection.
āIntriguing perhaps. Maybe odd. Disturbing or worrying to some.ā
The mage paused as he listed terms for them, before flashing a grin in his friends direction, āI think theyāre one... well two, of a kind.ā
