"...Looks like things are heating up in the Capital," Theora frowned, crumpling the letter.
Perched on her shoulder, Augusta nibbled her ear, making her wince and appease the bird with another meat treat.
"I'm not surprised," the man who was pulling the reins of the caravan scoffed. "People in the Capital are so dependent on the vampires' money. What did they think would happen once they upset them? Biting the hand that feeds you, now that's silly. You people from the continent really aren't good with business!"
Theora smiled. She liked Yanheim's friend a lot; the man, named Laslo, was older and not shy when it came to speaking his mind about the 'people from the continent'. Not that she disagreed with him; from the letters she'd gotten from her father, things indeed seemed to be escal
