Caviar wasn't a vampire but a human yet he it looked like he had fangs while he spoke.
"I am sorry. I guess I was never brought up to hate any kind or person belonging to any region. There's either good or bad in this world," she shrugged her shoulders.
"The world must have more people like you," he said going to the side and digging the ground to make space for the new horse that was going to be brought in today, "What about your family?" as he moved the mud to his right.
"They aren't here," she said turning to look outside where two men stood on either side of the ground, guarding the door. She was told not to go there by the workers. It must be where they kept the prisoners.
"They are still in the south?" he asked making her wish that they were.
"They were killed," she whispered softly but Caviar heard her.
"Sorry to hear it."
