Leo Davinesh, The Recluse

The Hunter Vanguard began to fill the room of the Davinesh estate. It was rather spartan considering Lord Leo's nobility. A sterile pearl white washed over the stone and furniture, you'd wager the place was frozen in time. A low thrum vibrated echoing through the halls, leading the hunters through the labyrinth-like halls, the sound growing steadily louder. They arrived in an atrium, a stone obelisk in the center. A melancholy tone danced through the archways and a woman lay hung across the central pillar, tubes siphoning her almost dry. At its base, a robed man stood, swirling a glass of sanguine liquid. "I see your curiosity has gone wandering where you shouldn't," Leo Davinesh sighs turning toward the intruders. He draws a long curved blade; a clear calm resounding ring fills the hall. "Normally I reserve this activity for myself alone," his eyes narrowing, " but I suppose I could not shoo away company."