Una/Stereotypes

Such ripe, red, fruit in the orchard. I can appreciate a good predator, but I'll just stay out of their way. I'm still learning your secrets little echoes. Kindred, oh my Kindred, how may I build commerce with thee? A pound of flesh, a pint of blood, or good old fashioned green?

Knowledge prior to crossing into death is nothing compared to when you come back. Please. What's in a name? I say Magus, you say Magi... I'm sorry, what? The world isn't strange enough for you without making up Fairy Stories??