Heaven seems poised to sink the estate into the mud once and for all, with each flurry hammering the discolored walls like battering rams. Old girl's been through worse still in her time. War, pestilence, death; not even a fortnight since the last.

50 years of service to be rewarded with an eternity more of it. Ever faithful, the Adzeirai family maid. If only Lihre had even a mote of that faith in her would-be successor. There was a belly to be filled, even if the listing had made no mention of cooking. Or any other real skill that one would make use of to help around this ruin. Picture of health, young of age... and high tolerance for pain in the fine print. Explains the exorbitantly high pay, and only reason why someone would be desperate enough to accept playing bloodbag in a maid dress.

There's time to inquire as to the motivations later. There's also a struggle to gather the words for here and now, as a carriage's wheels halt with the thunder. No blood in Lihre's stomach since this morning. Or the past two. Weeks.

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