Werewolves and goblins. I’m officially going mad. “Alright, I’ll shut up. But this is a fat load of bull all the same, you know that, right?” It is unintentional, but this time her voice is a smidgeon more loud. Not so much to be heard all the way to the Primogen table, perhaps, but she’s always found difficult to control her tone when she’s angry, and someone of the kindred around will probably be able to hear her. It goes all the way down to the grade school playground, really, and apparently it hasn’t changed now that she’s dead.