LORD VERMITHRAX
I watch the Rookeries battle from three miles away. Excellent view. Binoculars provide detail. Magical scrying shows energy flows.
Dragons don't pick sides in wolf-vampire conflicts. We observe. We profit. We wait.
My subordinate approaches. "Sir, the battle's been ongoing for two hours. Casualty estimates?"
"Over a hundred dead. Roughly equal losses both sides." I adjust the scrying mirror. "Wolves are dying slightly faster but not significantly."
"Do we intervene?"
"No. Let them bleed. We profit more from their weakness."
"How?"
I smile. Pull out property deeds. "The Rookeries district. Forty buildings. Three hundred apartments. Warehouses. Businesses. All currently owned by packless wolves or sympathetic humans."
"Who are dying on the battlefield."
"Exactly. As
