It was a rare lull in time for the small coterie of vampires. The night was young, the air crisp and cold. Any mortal would have blown steam, though none was blowing in the group.

They had been able to secure a small home to take residence for a few nights. Shilo and Grefgor found themselves in a nook reading and drawing together. Emizel could been found outside, air boxing fictious enemies. As for Arthur?

He, and by proxy his feline companion Void, was found in a study, sitting deep in thought. Void sat upon his lap, purring like a small engine in delight. His features were stoic and calm, showing no real emotion.