“What about Orcus…,” Ziegfried asked. He paused as if stung by his own words. Did he really just utter that out loud? The last few minutes replayed in his mind. That bag of worms Baugegundus had dolled on top of his soap box about one ancient god or another and their chances of defeating Chaos. Of course he spent most of the time praising his own choice the walking worm(or whatever.) Ziegfriend was unsure if he had been magically induced to think out loud about Orcus of if the worm-lover had simply been so dull it affected the vampire’s social guard and he rambled it out. He thought the latter was more likely.
Baugegundus seemed to honestly entertain the accidental suggestion by Ziegfried as if it was made in good academic sport. As far as Ziegfried could read the pile of worms he did not notice the vampire catching himself. Nonetheless, Ziegfried suddenly felt very small as if the whole room was watching his every move, every breadth, and in a bad way. For the first time in his vampiric life he preferred to be out of the spotlight this very instant.
Ziegfried quickly excused himself and left the hall. Duty still called and he went with the others to welcome Arkhan the Black. While going through the motion’s with Negash’s loyal dog his thoughts turned back to the slip up. Initially blaming himself it became clear upon further reflection that Baugegundus was to blame. It was obvious, in fact! One way or another this insult would be repaid. Ziegfried spent the rest of the ride back to Drakenhof imagining himself fishing in Lake Templehof using Baugegundus as bait.