".... Would you rather eat the dust of the Earth, rather than the Snow by the Grave?" —Vlad Valatch.
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"... What happened?" Zarvoth questioned. "Why do you suddenly speak about the Prince?.."
"Just answer the question.."
When Valitis said this, Zarvoth knew something had happened when he left.
"He's faster, stronger than anyone would ever comprehend. Altogether, he is the strongest Vampire to ever exist amongst all Vampires," he replied.
Valitis rubbed his face, then raked his hands through his hair. "Then, that would mean those two guests... one is the Vampire Prince..."
"Two guests?" Zarvoth walked closer, voice lower than a whisper but loud enough to be heard within the space where they stood. "Which?"
"Countess Vivi and Sir Cedric of Taffeta," Valitis said, discreetly pointing towards them. "And, if I may ask, is there any place called TAFFETA?"
Calantha stepped closer, her eyes flowing their fluid movement from minutes ago.
