Ziegfried was filled with pride as his two daughters entered his room. Jovi and Hadubrand had both turned wonderfully since they were given the blood kiss and were fitting into the daily life of Templehof quite well. Each was adorned in outfits similar to their past lives in the crusade with Jovi in mage’s robes and Hadubrand in a suit of armor. Instead of sigils of Sigmar their attire bore engravings of House Von Carstein and depictions of great Vampire victories over mankind. Ziegfried had seen to their new look personally. Although they both looked dazzling his true goal had been parody. If only there former brethren could see them now! Ziegfried had to focus to prevent himself from bursting out with laughter at the thought.
“Hello girls,” he said.
“Hello father,” they chimed in response.
“Jovi, go seek the Dread Master and assist him with researching this blasted barrier.”
“But he says he always too busy,” Jovi protested.
“None the less try to help where you can,” Ziegfried replied. “You’ll learn a great deal about our magic and at the same time you may remember more from your own training as a human. It could be key in tearing the whole thing down.” Ziegfriend turned his attention to Hadubrand. “Hadubrand, today go and train with Frigobert. Tomorrow, you’ll spend time with your uncle Gorgon.”
“Uncle Gorgon? Ugh, fine,” Hadubrand said as she rolled her eyes.
“Don’t disparage Heinrich,” Ziegfried responded. “He’s acquired the title of Von Carstein which is more than either of you can say, yet. He may be …unorthodox, but there is much to learn from him. There’s a reason I made him Templehof’s Warden after all.”
Hadubrand nodded silently.
“Alright girls, go out there and make your dad proud,” Zeigfried exclaimed as he stood up and opened him arms. “Group hug!”