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         Margrethe
“I’m not sure there’s anything nearby to eat unless you can smell something I can’t. I know the humans used to keep blood in cold storage in these old hospitals, but even if they had any here it wouldn’t be edible anymore.”

She paused, thinking for a moment. "Violet dear, if you would prepare the rooms," she said. "I'll see what I can find to fashion some fishing equipment. It's not optimal but it's our best choice unless we want to go hunting in town again."

Margrethe left the other two to think it over as she went in search of what she needed. If the two were opposed to the fishing idea then she would welcome the suggestion, but the truth was that the three of them were getting hungry– and the past hundred or so years had taught her that hungry vampires were not to be trifled with. Not even by other vampires.

As far as she was concerned she had two choices: fishing rod or net. The former would be easier but could take longer. The second would require more finesse, but would land more prey in less time. Fishing had never been her favourite past-time, even as a human, but it was incredibly useful to know, and know well, when you were trying to survive the cold winters of medieval Norway. Fish had a remarkable ability to thrive in the strangest, harshest environments. There was a reason the vikings had so many legends involving them.

The hardest thing to find were suitable lengths of rope, but she eventually settled for some mildly transparent shower curtains that she bound together. She made the net itself by stripping the same curtains into smaller pieces. By the water she'd find some rocks to use for weights, and then she'd have a completely serviceable cast net. Thus set, she returned to the others. A small glance towards the window told her that night was coming fast, which meant they only had a few hours before they ought to return to town in search of more equipment.