It seemed that the barkeep was no longer “gone”. Well, it mattered little; the werewolf was right:<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>had to have gotten her a drink. She wasn’t just here to look pretty, after all (although one might argue that she was gorgeous…). She turned to the werewolf and then looked out at the crowd briefly, taking them in as he did and responding to him in kind. Her own question had been mostly rhetorical, although she wouldn’t complain if the witch actually decided to respond. In the meantime, the werewolf had in fact voiced her own thoughts on the matter quite well.<br/><br/>“Precisely my point,” she said. “Others like myself would step in to manipulate things directly when the war became too bloody, too public for anyone’s liking. They’d make a few politicians spin things just the right way, quiet everything down, and take over what packs remained or put out a watch for anything even remotely lupine and exterminate what they could. And with the diminished numbers of packs and lone werewolves alike, it wouldn’t be all that difficult to push your species to the brink of extinction. Oh, there are quite a few vampires who would get involved as well, of course.”<br/><br/>She took another sip of her wine before continuing.<br/><br/>“But I have found that my kind are better politicians, whereas your kind are better at grunt work. Not saying that’s all you’re good for but let’s face it: how many werewolves actually hold major seats of power around the world? Vampires, on the other hand…”<br/><br/>It was another thought that she let hang. She certainly didn’t know everything, even as old as she was, but she would have found it difficult to believe that werewolves could hold the same amount of influence that vampires did in the world. Witches might have, perhaps, but certainly not vampires - and again, in her experience, witches had never been the most direct sort even when pushed up against the wall.<br/><br/>Maybe times were changing. But then again, maybe not.