14 July 2027
Wednesday. A recruit wrote to ask whether she must first defeat the Count in Perth before she may hunt with me in Melbourne. She may not, and she need not.
The two houses are separate. Each has its own graveyard, its own puzzles and its own rules at the door, and a party may play either one alone, or both in any order, and miss nothing. They share a world and a quarrel. That is all.
Another recruit asked whether either of us has crossed to Sydney. Neither has, so far as I know, and nobody has said otherwise. I check. I check often. The Count is fond of travelling by night, and he is not above turning up somewhere new without telling anybody.
If you can manage both, play both. You will see each of us as the other does: he a tyrant with excellent taste, I a dead man with a satchel. We are both right.
— Prof. Van Helsing
