I ran. For Nepal and the spire castle and the soul of the oldest vampire in the plane. Not of my own accord. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it likely wouldn't have happened if I'd been left up to my own devices. But I wasn't given a choice.

My vampire persona took hold of me and threw me bodily through the veil and into Moa's bedchamber, déjà vu a momentary blip of disconcertment as I staggered to a halt at the sight of the slight, trembling ...