The old gypsy crone down at the bottom of the path had seen all of this coming. One of the perks of seeing stones, you see.
That, and she had SOLD Doomula to each of them. Everybody assumed the crazy lady with the crystal ball was in charge! For the price of a personal item. It was like selling far flung bridges to rubes!
The old castle was cursed, you see, and cursed things draw cursed creatures. So she simply had to wait and ply her trade in due time.
It looks like they have met each other now. Not much in the way of conversation happening, she presumed with a giggle. She swore she could see the veins on Drac's forehead sticking out...
Telling a wolfman not to pee is quite literally pissing up a rope. Besides, it's a big castle. And three's company!
