[The rat, Vaughan, is so massive he's sitting in a booth without a table, fit into it like a throne. His ears twitch to listen to the inquisitive giant before him. The spindly hand he has wrapped around a small red cane taps it into the floor twice before he speaks. His voice is smooth, regal, and sharp. The most like one would imagine when hearing the word vampire]

We vampires, you mean? Majesty Ydris invited us, when demanding to make use of this venue of mine. They want us to take... stock of you all. [it sounds as if he meant to say livestock, only to correct his phrasing.]

Tell me, little doe. What are you interested in more; a new life or returning to your old one?