Mithias crawled forward with Miller to look at what the pilot was pointing at. There was a person, which had to have been a vampire, hanging from Terebithia. Mithias cocked an eyebrow. "What fool buffoon would..." he started to say, as he tried to see who it was. Then he sensed it, the mark, the cursed blood... He sighed heavily. It was his brother. 

Outwardly, he frowned. Inwardly, he hoped Martin wouldn't die on the same night he was turned. The drones were swarming around him. "A fledgling vampire." He told Miller. "We needn't be concerned. We should focus on finding Magnus." Mithias sat back down. "I know of Rhyss, and I'll tell you he's a loose cannon. He's helped us in the past, but I do not trust him. Please tell me we've got something else to throw at Magnus and Gabriel, because you do realize, we are now at war with them both."