Book 2 Chappter 58

Ventriel hadn't even allotted his people to time to assemble an escort for him, nor had he even declared his destination. The soldier who had carried the satchel stood bewildered for a moment completely at a loss as to what his lord could've been speaking of. 

'Well it's far above my paygrade to be questioning Lord Trost.' The man thought to himself. While clueless to Ventriel's actions he had received orders, and he would follow them. 'I don't know what's going through his head, but I do know what would happen if I were to disobey my lord.' He hefted the satchel containing Berek and began lugging it from the room heading back to the Trost mansion where they would have an abundance of blood stored away in the basement, enough for Berek to completely regenerate.

Ventriel was stomping through the streets, to any man present with a lick of common sense could see he was a hurricane taken humanoid form,  you could almost see the storm clouds br