We are cursed, destined to oblivion, endlessly in search of significances. I've spent decades, centuries maybe, seeing others like us; waiting to find someone, able to give me that meaning. That one will never come, now I know it. Believe me, younger ones, and ancients too. So why waiting more time, it is better to tell you this now, we are immortal but this doesn't mean we must waste our time. I've decided to be the one then, I've decided to give you what I have looked for. Maybe now you don't think you need it, but in time you will, I already know. Meet me, meet me if you understand, even if you don't; you will, the moment you will hear my words. You will find me in Bernstead, in the structure never kissed by our radiant foe. Come, I will wait for you.
Those words are written, in the ancient language of the vampires, on several parchments scattered in the vampire city, Bloodhaven Keep, and even Narrowhaven's sewers.
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