It was a forest.
Harth had never seen one, but he recognized it almost instantly. His memories were permeated with visions of similar locations, and he had it on good authority that many Slayers of the past had killed and been killed in such places.
That said, Harth's knowledge of forests didn't make it any less mystifying to him. Such environments had been extinct for many decades, and his arrival to the wooded area was equally perplexing. One moment he was sitting amongst his followers, the next he was here. The ripple had been fast and painless, but the effects of its instantaneous transport were jarring, nonetheless.
It wasn't a big stretch for Harth to assume that magic was involved. As the occasional dabbler into the dark and arcane himself, he certainly knew a spell when he saw one. In fact, he wasn't entirely certain that he wasn't responsible for this. Although he hadn't performed any transportation spells, he was well-versed enough to know that a curse or a hex over here might occasionally have a strange side effect over there.
After spending a few moments marveling at the trees and leafy ground, the vampire began moving through the darkened woods. It would become essential to him to discover the genesis of his arrival here. He already had a strong inkling that this wasn't merely a question of where, but also of
when, but he wanted to investigate the surroundings a little further before he made a plan of attack.
Harth didn't like being manipulated by magic, but he also saw whatever happened to him as an opportunity. If the magic could rip him out of space and time to drop him here, then it was powerful, serious, and something that could be used to his advantage. It was an essential rule that Harth had always understood: That which manipulates you can always be manipulated right back.
Harth was not one to turn down opportunity, especially if it meant he could kill a lot of people in the process.
Emerging from the woods into the moonlit night, Harth took note of a few edifices that signaled the beginning of a town.
He smiled.
Where there was a town, there would be people.
...and where there were people, there would be answers...and blood.