#master-rainer-schmidt

With a bottle of blood-wine in his hands, dated back over a thousand years - so the blood was pure and not tainted by the blasted Industrial Revolution - Lysander walked down the hall of the corridor wherein the suites for council members were located. Stopping at a door that housed a familiar scent, Lysander let his fingers rap against the wood of the door twice before he withdrew his hand and waited. Hopefully his old friend was actually there and not blowing off steam in the Undercroft’s playrooms.

Almost as soon as the Gargoyle headed down to the Undercroft for his shift, another guard informed him that there was a master in the playroom that was punishing a slave. He didn’t comment on the other’s off-hand remark about how it was ‘about damn time’, even though he agreed, and he listened to the description that the other gave - sadistic and German. Almost immediately, he knew who it was. Heading down the necessary corridors he headed to the playroom just as a guard was helping a slave leave, and a smirk teased his lips as he peered inside the playroom. “When I had heard that there was a sadistic German vampire putting the slaves in their place, I knew that it had to be you,” he stated as he looked at Rainer, friendly grin upon his lips as he admired his old client. “It is good to see you, alter freund. I take it you’ve been well?”