"Meditate?  How does that help anything?" he said with a roaring laugh.  "And the trophy idea could work, sure, but in more ways than I'm comfortable imagining.  I'd hate to play a trophy and find I'm living the role.  You should set to paper what you know of the place.  If you were taught to meditate, I'm guessing you were taught to write, too.  Silent in, silent out, and later on if we need something more close and personal, we can go with the trophy idea.  It is possible I will need to get very close to the vampire at some point."<br/><br/>Literacy was almost non-existent among the werewolves in that area.  It was seen suspiciously, like a person could corrupt their soul by reading the words of the Old Ones - which, Geraint had to admit, was true.  It was easy to seduced by the world of the Old Ones if you were lucky enough to be able to read.  Before the humans let the world slide into hell, they lived in something very close to a paradise.  The witches had taught him to read because he was already damned at birth and it was useful for people like him to be able to read.<br/><br/>"Having no love for the witches don't mean that I'd prefer a vampire overlord," he said.  "The hunger of a vampire has no limit.  Unchecked, they will consume everything.  The hunger of witches and werewolves is simpler.  It can be satisfied.  A good fuck, a piece of meat, some whiskey in a glass, a warm place to sleep.  The world can provide these things.  The world cannot provide for vampires.  They are... opposed to the natural order.<br/><br/>"Then you'd also best sort out how to get your parents out of there.  If we're relying on stealth, we'll need their cooperation.  Here's hoping they're more loyal to their daughter than their tyrant."