Artemis managed a sigh as he listed to his new companion rattle on. Shrugging softly at his comments, he really didn't need sympathy from another clan. If he had his choice he wouldn't be here. He in his home region, going to war with the vampires as was the tradition of his clan. Yet he was here and was already not enjoying the change of surroundings. Turing to Lyk, he shrugged.<br/><br/>"Sympathies mean little to my clan and I. We have survived for centuries through brutal battle and conflict. Our numbers may be small but we have honed our skill against the mortal enemy. Your clan may be powerful, but its power is most likely derived from numbers and social standing is it not? Judging by your attire and your general attitude you were born into power and luxury, most likely promised an elder seat as soon as you could understand the meaning of that title." He watched Lyk for a long moment. "Powerful clan may exist, but it the little clans, the ones known only to a few, that live the true existence that is meant for our kind."<br/><br/>He picked up his pace, trying to leave this new companion behind, not being the vocal type nor caring for clan power struggles.