Far from the castle, somewhere in the middle of the Glenmoor in a dark alley, three figures cloaked from head to toe stood in silence, but tension was palpable.
After a few minutes of silence, another cloaked figure joined them.
"So it's true then," the fourth cloaked figure said with a thoughtful hum. "Did any of you see what happened?"
The others exchanged glances, then shook their heads.
"But we know that he used it. We could feel it all the way from here," one of the other three replied.
"That's not possible. The fourth said, casting the others to frown. "I admit that Vladimir was power but no thay powerful. Someone else was involved."
