1 INT. WORSHIP AREA
A shaman prays in a sacred space lit by candles. Sounds come from a nearby room-sounds of people fighting, things breaking. The shaman, covered head to toe in purple cloth, except his eyes, throws dice as he chants. Someone throws a man through the curtain of beads that separates this room from the next; he lands in front of the praying man, out cold.
Must acquire better guards. (looks up to see who has come to see him)
Connor, Dylan, and obin enter the room.
Drew's soul has been stolen.
I have no need for the vampire's soul.
Then where is it?
That... (rolls dice, reads them) I cannot discern, but it is still viable within the Muo-Ping.
It's still safe within the container.
Drew's soul has been misplaced. I bet this sort of thing happens all the time. What do you have as a backup plan to re-ensoul somebody?
There is no other way known to me. Without the Muo-Ping... (shrugs) you're screwed.
And what happens if the Muo-container thing breaks or gets opened?
Then, like all things, the soul can be returned... or destroyed.