Daryl hadn't been happy with how things were going in Richmond for a very long time now. He'd done his best getting some of the younger or more bored members of the clan to help him patrol the territory a couple nights a week. They didn't have as much a pressure to do so with Jean-Claude in charge of Islington, at least not for a couple months. But with Daybreak's new leader acting out the way she has toward the fae and the general dismissal most witches had towards Shifters, life in the territory had been growing more and more stressful and worrisome. If the witches felt they could do what they were with the fae, what was to keep them from eventually deciding that Shifters were perfectly good targets useful only for bolstering their magic, too?

He was glad Faolan had taken the stand he had, but it wasn't nearly enough in his eyes. Something more needed to be done. But Daryl didn't feel comfortable going to Faolan on this. Not with all the shit going down with the Night Council lately.

That meant Arthur if he was going to go to anyone in 'leadership'.

Daryl knocked lightly on the doorframe, "Hey. Got a minute?"