The butcher at this establishment was not only old, he was ancient. He had been “supplying” his bloodthirsty friends for well over a thousand years. Other butcher shops come and go, but Henri’s always provided what was necessary. They all needed each other to survive. It was their way, stay close, in groups, protect the clan.
“I have a treat for you” the butcher declared. “Fresh from the sea. Last night there was an unfortunate accident and a boat overturned.