"Are you familiar with the Moonbearer and her children?"
Logan gave Naia a smug look as he, Zamson, and Shane sat at Zamson's table, drinking up Zamson's whiskey. Naia close at Zamson's side. "Who do you think you're talking to?"
"Apologies." She wasn't sorry. The sarcasm was too strong on her tongue for Logan not to hear it. Of course, they knew of their own goddess. "Then you are properly educated on the fall of the elvay, the vampyrial rising, and the khushniks. Noctavion's Obsidian Keep is what you would call a tower of vampyrial power. Ambrogio was smart. He saw balance in power."
"No different than our own clans." Zamson nodded. Power was a burden that must be carefully calculated and respected when held. To abuse one's power is to bring ruin.