Richard
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Castle Black Northshore

He gave a passing glance to the shelf that was deemed off-limits, making a mental note to see what Heath was hiding from him later. 

"There was," He started, turning in a small, slow circle as he let his eyes roam over the shelves. "A book. Back in Vincentien, in mother's library. It was a bunch of stories, about spirits and creatures in the bogs." He stopped his turning and looked to Heath, all too aware the man was watching him as well. 

"Monsters made of ice, sea witches that sucked out your brains, and vampires that fed on the blood of man." He clicked his tongue, and let his finger run along the length of a leather spine. 

"I suppose if people can be brought back from the dead, those creatures could be real. And if they could be real, it stands to reason that the magic that made us breath again could have been the same magic that made them." Mikhail turned his attention to the shelves, tilting his head back as he looked up. 

"The sea witches were always my favorite, but considering the teeth and bloodlust, maybe the magic that brought me back was more... Vampyric."
Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Black, The North Shore

He saw Mikhail look back at the forbidden shelves with some interest and decided to ignore it. He was a teenage boy, after all. At Mikhail's age, Heath had done far worse. He would merely play dumb if questioned by Anyanka. He turned away from Mikahil, glancing at the titles etched into the spines of each book. He frowned at his words, considering what to say next. 
"Not every carnivorous being is a vampire, Mikhail," He said, finally.
Richard
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Castle Black, Northshore

He didn't bother to turn, plucking a book and casually flipping through its pages. 

"And not every carnivorous being was brought back from the dead by Nathanial Vivayn, of all beasts. They fed me wine, nothing like I'd ever tasted before nor since." He added. 

It was fine that Heath thought he was foolish, he thought the same.
Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Castle Black, The North Shore

"Nathanial Vivayn is a gimpy fucker whose ugly pallid mug has yet to see the light of day. He's hardly a beast. From what I've heard, he's a skeletal little boy with a superiority complex and too much money for his own good," Heath muttered, pulling an emerald colored book and flipping through until he found something of substance. "Are you interested in squid nymphs?" He asked, holding up a page depicting a 'pretty' woman with rectangular eyes and six tentacles.
Richard
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Castle Black Northshore

Mikhail couldn't help but pause, turning to look at Heath has he held up the page. He squinted a bit, letting a long moment draw out between them before he slowly countered. 

"Are _you_ interested in squid nymphs?"