He wasn't wrong in that assessment. It had been a desperate choice. But one he'd made with his eyes wide open. A good leader was willing to sacrifice himself for the good of his people. He'd done what he thought was best. At least the Turks had regretted their decision to move on him and his son lived to rule in his stead. With the odds he'd gone up against, he couldn't hope for better.

"Bats, yes. Garlic... not so much." The blood part seemed obvious, and at least the man knew what a vampire was and he didn't have to walk him through it. He thought of the question, then sighed. "Not so common, I would think. Aside from myself and the one who made me, there may be a few stragglers still around." He could never be sure that he'd rid all of his people from the curse, if they'd all come for vengeance or if some had hied off on their own.