William sat back when he had finished his meal. He tilted his head to the mention of horses. sure, the Coleman manor had horses, but both his sons had a strong dislike to keeping them at all. After all, why ride when you can mist? And their beliefs were fueled to greater heights that they should not keep horses. Luckily, all these discussions were kept on the dining table and not taken seriously by either party.<br/><br/>It was not long before the vampires at the table started talking. A portly vampire pointed at the table for emphasis, "...not as safe as it was, someone has been placing bounties on vampires captured, dead or alive, so I've heard."<br/><br/>William turned to look at the man, gesturing in the direction of the royals, he murmured in a undertone, "Not the topic for<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>table."<br/><br/>"Of course, of course. And you'd be?"<br/><br/>"Coleman. William Coleman. And yours?"<br/><br/>"Fedric Mild. From Spain."<br/><br/>"Ah, I thought you didn't sound local." William paused as he son informed him that he was going to wander the estate. He turned back to Fedric, "I hear bullfighting is a popular sport there? could you tell me about it?"<br/><br/>"Now that is one thing that my family loves to watch. But we hate the audience. Terribly. Basically, they throw a human and a bull into a ring and fight; in the bull's case, to the death. So there was this once..."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Kelvyn had just left the mansion, thinking. When he finally came out of his reverie, he found himself beside a stone bench. He sat down, rubbing his temple as he remembered what Kerry had said last night.<span style="font-style: italic">"It's stupid to cause pain and suffering where unnecessary. We need the blood, not the human to die."</span><br/><br/>That was very radical thought. The man, Kerry could be considered as an abomination to certain people in the country. His dress style was simple and... he was perfectly fine with walking among the humans in the streets,<span style="font-style: italic">in broad daylight.</span>He chuckled silently to himself, and turned his mind onto more pressing matters at hand. Gain the throne?<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Kiritsugu crouched already settling on the roof. Before he realized that he was getting too relaxed;<span style="font-style: italic">make nothing,</span>nothing<span style="font-style: italic">a routine</span>. He turned his ear downwards slightly, straining to hear the conversations. His "servant", Lee, had left to map out the streets and alleys that was not mapped out yet in the surrounding area. Normally, he would do the mapping himself, but now that it was sure that the streets would be clean of the western vampires, it was safe for Lee to wander the streets unsupervised.