Look, it's simple:See that fat lick over there? With the backpack? When he steps onto the black asphalt of the parking lot, he's mine. Until then, he's in the fields, where any vampire can take him. I am the lord of this ground, and the penalty for poaching from me is you must drink from me. When you drink the kine that walk on my ground you drink from me. — Sycorax, Lady of the... [click here for more]
