[Bovice]

"Ah my dear it is a strange place." Zac chuckled. "Come on Adam you could contribute to the conversation you know." He punched Adam's arm. "It's only a one person dungeon. And I have one so I can punish my fledglings. You should of seen my grandmothers dungeon, that damn thing was massive." He chuckled again. "I got stuck in it once, but just for a week. I just had to kill our stable boy, and that was before I turned." He sighed.

Suddenly Adam sat up holding his head, "You really need to stop boring these poor girls with your stories Zachary." He looked at the floor.

"Should I tell them how I used to take care of your ass when your father kicked it?" Zac smiled.

"No, that isn't necessary." Adam groaned out.

"Come now, your father was a good man." Zac sighed. "When I was ten and he was thirty. He used to spar with his father, and he would always get beaten and broken. I swear those eight years I probably gave you most of my blood. And you always went back for more." Zac chuckled slapping Adam's back.

"Well I needed to learn how to fight. And grandmother was to busy running everything." Adam winced when Zac slapped his back. "And I never asked you to give me your blood. You forced it on me." He sighed.