Exton

Pain and blood, nothing new. He has felt that many times over. His eyes meet Dmitri's.

"I have heard of these families. Who of our people have not? Honorable families held by a promise. A tradition that goes back before the Persian Empire was a dream of their King."

Anger flashes in Ramji's eyes. "Do they drink from their," disdain snaps his words."pets?"

Dmitri shakes his head slowly. "They are protectors of the resting places. They do not sate themselves on the faithful families. But be sure there is another hold. "

He looks up as Monty hands another napkin to Dmitri, then lays a small stack next to him. When Monty walks away to get Ramji a new drink, the Rider sneaks a look at the cloaked girl again. His fingers caress the empty sheathes on his forearms. Dmitri touches the stroking fingers.

"*Den xéro̱ an ypotéleia ti̱s eínai káti san af̱tó pou ypémeine. Peace Ramji, Raina, at least until we know more. If her... employment... is like in my homeland, he cannot feed from her, or her family, unless she breaks faith with him."


*You do not know if her servitude is anything like what you endured.