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There's been some slight hiccups along the road these last few days. A local nobleman's son witnessed, shall we say, the collecting of Meridiana's food? Somehow he managed to spot it even in a dark alleyway in Whitechapel.

Luckily for us, the witness in question is completely insane. He has the mentality of a seven year-old, so the most he's been able to tell anyone is that he saw a "red ram".

I'm having Cassian keep an eye on him for now. Perhaps further action may need to be taken.

Oh, and joy of joys: Meridiana, who has barely been able to muster the emotion to change expressions, had a nervous breakdown in the middle of her fortune-telling the other evening. Even better: she was reading the fortune of one Earl Cain Hargreaves, from my little jaunt into the town of vampires.

How very very curious.