[ They're supposed to treat vampirism like it's this wonderful thing, this gift that they are bestowing on the novices. But Edgin can't help but feel sad as he hears Kirk say it, "these last few months." As if he's dying, and they're just waiting around for it to happen.

Edgin looks down at the book in his hands and he picks at a fraying thread on the corner of it. The librarians might not appreciate that, but, oh well, he didn't make it fray in the first place. It's probably been doing that for years. ]

James, I...

[ He's been entirely too sentimental, using his name like that. What is he going to do? Apologize for turning him? Apologize for the existence of Castle Courtsheart? None of this was his fault, he was just doing his best to make it as comfortable for the novices as he can.

Edgin swallows thickly and shakes his head. No, the best thing he can do is make this positive. That's all he can do. He has to, for Kirk. He owes that much to him. So he looks back up at him and tries to smile. ]

I think that's a great idea. You know, really commit to it. I'll bet they'll make anything. Even stuff from far away. You ever had reindeer? We used to eat it back home. Makes a really good stew.