Mika looked up as he heard the vampire speak from the entry way. Mika himself had never encountered an ancient in person and Carrick seemed to radiate age and time. There was also a coldness to the vampire, colder than even his master could be.
"Thank you Sir," He replied, bowing respectfully. Mika knew that he had to hold back on his attitude with this Master. Willard would have his hide if he pissed off someone he was trying to rub elbows with. "Have you your own fighters?"