"How is it going Elder Varick?" Her greeting was dripping with an underlying bitterness and sarcasm, her tone almost mocking when she spoke.
Varick, annoyed with the sudden visit as it was, instead of shooing Bellarossa out of his seat made his way over to the other side of his study where he kept his stash of warmed blood wine. He poured himself a glass and drained the red liquid quickly before pouring himself another. He needed a heavy drink in order to tolerate this business.
"Everything has been fine, Rossa." He finally answered, trying to hide his irritation.
"I see you've been taking really good care of the place." She complimented. "Really taking the Blood Haven far since I lost ownership of the seat...and the coven."
"You never owned that seat nor this
