He chuckled at her response.
As Cynthia led him to the Calderium, and requested he sit across from her, he did so. A few moments passed as he took notice her Curse was diminished by the environment.
"That is not surprising. The young bloods always want to impress their elders." He smiled in the thought of his early nights. "When the conscripts of Order 227 marched through across the Eastern Carpathians, into Bukovina, life had simply gone from bad to worse. The Eastern Bloc was as every bit of nightmarish as one would expect."
"Each night was a struggle of survival. The diminishing food supply for the Kine meant a diminishing supply for Kindred. Malnourished Kine can bring about all sorts of awful blood borne illnesses. We had to extremely cautious in our selections. Hence the Ritual we just conducted. It is an attempt to stave off the starving times."
"My name is forever associated with war, because my Grove was annihilated. The Carthians backed the Red Army. Supposedly there were Nazi sympathizers lurking about. I still believe it was a convenient excuse for tyranny by the masses. Sacred trees were cut down for lumber. Rocks smashed for materials. The river was harnessed to feed the Beast of Moscow."
"Thanks to the Third Reich's obsession with the occult, our own rites and symbols were also another convenient excuse for the Soviets. Our coded language had to change and new encryption was required."