Dangerous Growth Expectations
Wilfred and Mircalla stood up as Marquis Ronwe entered the defiled chapel. Ronwe sat down at the head of the table, setting his staff across his lap, then gestured for the others to sit. “Thank you all for meeting me here on such short notice. I’m told we have a bit of a kerfuffle here in Purson City? With this sort of project, I find it best to iron out things before we get too far down the road.”
“It’s a very minor squabble over border disputes,” Wilford stated. “We’re all on board with your leadership and the monsterification of this sleepy mountain town, it’s just that the werewolves feel that the territory marked for them could be more fair.”
“More fair? Nonsense,” Mircalla seethed. “The werewolves have the southern territory! It is much larger than our vampire territory in the north!”
“Be that as it may, it’s quite a bit less densely populated. It’s mostly, um, ranches.”
“Then eat some sheep,” Mircalla suggested.
“She has a point,” Ronwe agreed.
“This is a matter of increasing our number, not our food supply,” Wilfred countered.
“The vampires would like to note concern with food supply. With such rapid growth expectations, it’ll be difficult to keep our newly minted members strong without sacrificing job creation.”
Ronwe pondered. “Once turned, werewolves cannot die, right? Therefore, I shall increase the werewolf territory by 20% provided that the vampires are allowed to feed on 17% of the lycanthrope community once food supplies run low.”
“Win-win.”