Casren nodded sagely.
"Yes, territorial claim is how it may seem at first, but once you look beyond the names of places," Casren leaned in, "You will find this particular clause has no real borders. You see, power is defined by respect, acknowledgement," He gestured around him, "Of which you bathe in. However, I am sure you have seen the unruly state of these lands, mortals and immortals at one another's throats. Many innocent lives are lost in the scuffle of the ignorant. The Blood Edict aspires, if anything, to assert peace under a common ground."
He didn't have to breath, but did anyway.
"The Vankoryth Detente, just a name, but such a name. We extend protection, elysium, peace, prosperity, and companionship in damnation. A vampire who wishes not to abide by the rules that, unless I am mistaken, every other species is willing to acknowledge as sound has no place in our nook of this world."
Casren paused yet again, adjusted his body, and resumed.
"As I understand, the Cursed Wood is cursed for a reason. Humans, mortals, what have you, you tend to avoid those trees. Is it too much to ask to keep this section of the world damned? If not for those who must unlive this way? Violations of our laws are punished to suit the crime. The only violation you should worry about is detaining one of our own," His eyebrows raised up high, "That has not defiled your species."
"But for those that have," Casren leaned back again. "For those Vampires who don't see it fit to abide by the laws Vampire and Man have come to agree on in Wing CIty and on Aslund, well. I do believe it is them that we must truly discuss. Your thoughts?"