"That was a bit of a pain in the ass," Ena mutters, kicking the dead vampire. "Anything interesting in that book?"
She shifts her grip and bites the priest, driving her will but not her essence into his soul.
That works.
He goes limp, then - "By the divines! It's as if my eyes have been opened! I - I must obey you. What would you have of me, master?"
She lets him go. "We have a scroll for you to read. You will return with us to Castle Volkihar."
Yup. Ena finishes checking the corpses for valuables, looks around for any chests or something, and then says, "Shall we go?"
"Any goals, any desires or intentions the thrall may have had are overwritten with the compulsion to serve their master."
"Not werewolves, not other vampires. Attempting to turn someone else's thrall can fail, for lesser vampires. And over time, the thrall's mental ability degrades until they are incapable of even moving without an order."
"It'd be an interesting experiment, a dragon thrall could be... something. Though you'd have to get one to hold still."
"Maybe you could open a hole with a sword. Or go for the wings, those're fairly thin."
"Yeah. I think there's one in the fleshy part of the wing, but not really in the wing flap itself. Ah well."