Casna released a snort of a laugh, her lips drawing back just enough to expose her pearly whites, “‘You shouldn’t shit… where you eat.’ That is… funny, Theodor.”

Casna crossed the room again closing back the distance between her and her old friend. She laced her hands together against her stomach as she leaned towards Theodor, eyes full of both intent and mischievousness. Of course in Casna’s case “mischievous” just as easily could be translated into “devilish” due to her bloody and violent nature, which even among her own kind was rather infamous among the lesser houses of the kingdom. 

“Why should we leave the kingdom to hunt when there are [i]unwanted strangers[/i] within our borders, Theodor?” Casna spoke quietly and let her words hang for a moment after she finished. The encroachment of foreigners into Arocuria was never something to be taken lightly as it could spell danger for the realm and it’s unholy overlords in many ways. Typically those who dared cross over into Arocuria from the “other sides” were few and short of being spies or other such troublemakers they were usually careless hunters or wanderers. Just as unwanted as deliberate interlopers of course. 

“I saw them last night,” Casna continued, “three huntsmen from a faraway looking to poach the deer that our peasants feast on to stay healthy and fat for us. We should… put an end to them. Not only do they traipse so insultingly over our borders but they interfere in the circle of life of Arocuria.”

Casna stepped closer, a mere two breadths away from Theodor. “No one has to know, Theo,” she whispered, “we just drain them dry and leave the husks for the bears and wolves to chew on. We get a nice full meal and have a little fun with three brazen brutes. What say you?”

Between the two of them Theodor had always been the more cautious which often enough vexed Casna. To a degree she understood why he was so light of foot as to not rock the boat too much and bring down the wrath of the “great” House Vahidov or one of their pet crony clans. That said this caution in her mind often bordered on coyness or just outright cowardice to be blunt. More often than not she had to coerce her friend into partaking in dares with her, and she always knew just how to - more or less.