"You want me to destroy their settlements?" The Clanless vampire said, scratching a furry eyebrow with the tip of one of his small, dexterous fingers that looked so incongruous on his large, bearish frame.
"It's easier to burn a village to the ground in the summer when the thatch is dry and the streams are running low," he said, thinking of the occasions over the years when he'd been forced to teach a lesson to smaller Eldritch settlements for picking on the Clanless trying to make their way to his manor. He'd learned long ago that dealing with them immediately might be the most satisfying, but choosing the right time could be far more devastating.
