User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20180102202108

Adelaide watches calmly as the other side of Armata, the stirring seethe that lurks just below the surface, rears its head. She had figured it to be only a matter of time before it showed itself, but any conversation that did not evoke passion was worth little in this meeting.

"Not fear of pain or death, darling," she says, waving dismissively, "But of another kind entirely.  As I have said before, she was her father's daughter.  To see the man is to see a great deal of what begat the Deidre as we knew her---or, rather, as some of us knew her.  It was no secret that Bale's love for his dauughter was a fierce one, and that he made no short effort in lifting her to the place where he believed she belonged.  No, the fear I speak of would lie in your discovery that others loved her as fiercely, as devotedly as you.  After all, a Vampire Lord does not enjoy competition."

Her voice lightens towards the end, almost becoming a laugh, but it disappears almost as quickly as it showed itself.

"As for the door," she gestures somewhat carelessly, "It is not a simple door.  It is, in fact, no door at all.  It is solid stone.  The passage to the Cairn itself is made apparent by the arcanum held by the priesthood.  The only other way to find the Cairn would be to tunnel through the solid rock at random.  Unless, of course, one were to already have the information of where the Cairn was..." She raises a brow and drums a finger upon the arm of her chair.