"Funny, how that works out." Krieg looks outward to the Gathering. "I would hate to be Embraced in this time and age. With cameras in pockets everywhere, oh Goddess. I could not fathom how to adjust."
His attention returned to Niamh's face, "We petitioned for compensation. The Magistrate told us, "No." The man paused allowing the silence to convey how cold that situation was. "It was simply, "no." Our Grove took that with great offense. In unison, we departed Court."
"The next night, it rained. It was a light shower at first. Gradually it grew worse. It never paused, nor relented. No part of the Collectivist Domain was spared this second coming of The Great Flood. This endured for thirteen nights. On the first night after the weather cleared up, we returned. The Magistrate was extraordinarily apologetic and promised us a new Grove."
"We informed him that the rain had drowned much of the viable land. We asked he compensate us with enough food and funding to relocate. Happy to be rid of us, he gave us a king's ransom in gold, but was tight-gripped about food. We requested his most useful mortal pawns to serve as our repast. Reluctantly he agreed."