"You kill your own kind." Richard raised an eyebrow. Then again, maybe there was no problem with that. Vampires could be territorial. Although, even he had to admit he didn't know the inner workings of their politics. "I'm presuming the Camarilla isn't the same as Carmilla."

Richard stood then. He stretched slightly, rolling each shoulder to get his muscles moving. He wasn't used to being still anymore. He'd been running since he was thirteen, or training, or fighting the various forms of demons and undead.

"How the hell did you manage to walk into Wallachia?" He started to dress himself. "I'm surprised every vampire in the area didn't notice you were a different breed."