User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171226071958/@comment-28358106-20171227042626

Adelaide sips her wine, listening to Armata speak, before lowering her goblet and swirling its contents idly. Her true intentions are difficult to read at the best of times, but both Vampires can sense that she listens without judgment. She daintily dabs a drop of wine from her lip with a finger.

"Indeed, I recieved word of what transpired at the faire," she says, her voice edged with sympathy as she dries her hand on a napkin, "From both attendants and from the viewpoint of the Vantulos themselves.  I think it fair to say that the outcome was not entirely unexpected.  The Vantulos, as I understand them, have an extensive programme in place in the unfortunate event of accidental fatalities during their tourneys.  That alone suggests to me that they had anticipated such a thing."

She crosses her legs carefully, setting the goblet aside on the table adjacent, but keeping her hand on it.

"I would not think the fault lies entirely with you, Lord De'Sange.  In point of fact," she rests a hand on the side of her face, her eyes full of humor,   "The good Doctor's beloved second wife played her part quite well.  Fairly destroyed the boardwalk shops there, if I am to believe what I am told."