The Regent Grand Hotel

Chris follows the receptionist's movements with slightly narrowed eyes then directs his attention to the clothing rack. He slowly rises and makes his way toward it, now completely disregarding the woman's presence. After some moments of shifting through the various clothing articles to get an idea of what they have, he pulls out a pair of suit pants with matching jacket, and a shirt. The ties he leaves for what they are. Items in hand, he wordlessly waves the Kine off.

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He turns his back on the woman, seeming to be convinced she'd leave him alone now. With his regrown arm, he begins to strip away his ruined suit, letting them fall to the ground and pushing them aside with a slight kick. The replacement suit is pulled on swiftly, and Chris takes a few moments to test his movements and see if it fits well enough on his frame. “Should be acceptable I suppose,” he mumbles to no one in particular.

Marie takes back the rack. She speaks a few words before stepping out with a head bow.
(Marie) I'll be outside, if some retouching is needed or if you need anything else.

They are obviously custom made, but they are nor custom made for Chris ; the pants are a little too long, and the vest may be a little too wide (then, since the current fashion is very tight for the jackets, it could be acceptable).

Chris gives himself as good a look-over as he can, pulling a bit on the pants in displeasure at their length, reaching down to fold it up a bit so he doesn't stand on the fabric. He scowls a little, then shakes his head as he rises. “I should get a fitted replacement soon. Should still have plenty of funds for that.”

Silently musing to himself, the vampire once again takes a seat on the couch, gazing out the window without seeing anything. After a moment, he grumbles softly and rises again, beginning to pace infront of the window, hands clasped behind his back. His eyes fall on the clothing rack and he pauses, calling out to the receptionist presumably still behind the door. “You can take the rack away again.”

Marie opens the door to enter and recover the rack. She observes the change of cloth and nods.
(Marie) Does it need adjusting? Should I throw away your old garments ?
(Lyle) You'll worry about that later. Leave.

As Lyle enters the room and speaks to the receptionist in a commanding way, she bows and executes the inquiry, obeying the orders. Once they are alone and she had closed the door, Lyle tosses a Pokemon blue game boy game to Chris.
(Lyle) There. Stick that in one of your pockets and keep it safe. She served you well ?

taking the game:

Chris is about to open his mouth to answer the receptionist, but remains silent when Lyle reappears. He disregards her presence entirely as she moves away, instead focusing on the Tremere. As the object is thrown his way, Chris catches it reflexively, turning it over between his fingers to observe it. He raises an eyebrow in mild surprise, his attention returning to Lyle.
“Blue huh. Couldn't find Red for me? Much more my color. Or black.” He gives a small smirk to give a visible indication he's just jesting, then again observes the game in his fingers for a moment before tugging it in a pocket as requested.

“The girl? As well as any of her kind can I suppose.” He sounds dismissive of his mentions of the woman. “Before the night's over however, you're going to have to tell me where I can acquire a suit that actually fits me. Something custom fit.”
Chris turns his head toward the window and the Theater beyond that, past the plaza. “And before that, how about we get this silly charade over with and get me to the Prince? I would like to be able to hunt tonight without having to look over my shoulder the whole time.”

The Tremere smiles when his friend mentions other colors of the game, but he doesn't comment on it.
(Lyle) I think we'll have to do that another night. I kinda have to present a childe later too, so we'll use that opportunity. I have to think of a good excuse and a good token of respect... You can't really pop in, protocol... Unless you want to go freelance on it and act as if you didn't know me at all ?

He feigns being hurt, then laughs.
(Lyle) As for the fitting, ask the staff to retouch it during the day. For other clothes, I'm sure you can use the yellow pages.

He observes a moment his friend. He then meets his eyes and being all serious, states the dreaded conclusion.
(Lyle) I think a teens suit could do.

He smiles openly and waves it off with a chuckle.
(Lyle) Look, to be honest I don't think the Prince is in the right mood to accept a Lasombra presenting himself to him just like that. It almost killed him to accept the Giovannis a while back and he hasn't got over it yet. I'll leave those details to you, and if you lie about your clan, I'll cover your ass. It should cost you another favor, but you're already in deep shit and I'm feeling generous. You're welcome.

The Tremere nods, thoughtful.
(Lyle) You got yourself a map of the city ? You could probably hunt easily, after all, Kindred can't all present themselves the very same night they arrive in town. Open up your computer, I'll show you a few places. Don't draw too much attention to yourself by leaving a trail of dead bodies behind you, some news lately could attract our enemies' attention, you hungry bastard.

He thinks about it a moment, pulling back the sleeve of his shirt to see his unharmed arm. 
(Lyle) Have I become a Pez ? Anyway.. 

He pulls it down and shrugs. He's distracted by a slight knock on the door and a female voice. Lyle moves closer to the door.
(Corinna) Mr Kersten ?
(Lyle) For f.. I'm busy.
(Corinna) May I come in ? It is quite important..
(Lyle) No !
(Corinna) Regen-?

The Tremere growls, closes his fists, frustrated. He interrupts her.
(Lyle) I'm having sex for the love of god, now get the fuck out and if you need anything, ask Horsman. 

A little silence appears and stays, before one can hear the woman's small heels leave in haste and certainly in shock.

Chris rolls his eyes slightly, but after a moment of feigned contemplation nods slowly in agreement. “I wouldn't dream of ditching you. Far to much at stake. Who'd cover my back during the raids if not you?” He lets the question hang in the air for a moment as though he seriously expects an answer. He continuous with the clothing subject quickly enough though, giving a bit of a dismissive wave. “Fine fine, I'll inform them to fit it properly.”

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At the Tremere's joke, Chris slowly and deliberately raises a fist, and just as slowly, lifts his middle finger. He doesn't say anything though, and lets the matter slide at that one show of defiance. He merely listens with some interest as Lyle raises the issue of his clan and the possibility the Prince would be less than accepting of him. His expression becomes notably more serious, and he contemplates the possibilities carefully before he answers.

“I do not intend to hide my clan. Our signature discipline not to mention the fact we have no reflections are both rather revealing to the true nature of my blood. While I certainly appreciate your offer to cover for me on this, something will undoubtedly come up that will reveal me to be a Lasombra rather than what I claimed to be before, with your assistance. And then the bothersome questioning and what not will begin, which really is much more a hassle than just being forthright about this.” His mind appears set on this decision. “As for being accepted despite my clan's ominous reputation,” He puts a sarcastic emphasize on 'ominous', “bargains can be made. Like you mentioned before, I am not a worthless shovelhead with nothing to give in exchange for his hide.”

Moving towards the couch where he'd left his bag when asked about a map, Chris seats himself and pulls said bag toward him. He is already pulling a top of the line laptop free while the Tremere is still mentioning him to get it open. He flashes his friend a grin that shows his fangs and makes a definite show of eyeing the other's neck. “Careful who you're calling a hungry bastard. I might decide to stick around here when I start hunting, and I have a tendency to bite the neck that feeds me. Your blood is rather nice and thick....” He grins again, though this time without the fangs, proving himself to be merely jesting. For the most part at least. As Lyle turns to deal with the person on the other end of the door, Chris works on booting up his laptop and bringing up Google maps centered on Bordeaux.
With the page waiting, the Lasombra leans back in the seat and listens with some amusement to how the woman is basically chased away by Lyle. He waits until he hears the departing footsteps before he comments, his face deadpan serious. “You should probably know that in these situations I'm more of a giver rather than a taker.” He pauses, the shadows below him writhing for just a moment. A small smirk plays on his lips. “I do hope you like it rough?”

Once he is sure Corinna has left, Lyle listens and smiles, falsely reassured he won't be ditched now that he has been fed upon.
(Lyle) I'm grateful I'm not your one night stand.

He openly laughs about it. He agrees about the clan matter.
(Lyle) Of course if you intend to be all shadowy about everything.. Be careful as each of your moves will be watched, and be sure no benefit of the doubt will be given. I'm certain they will appreciate your plain honesty about it !

He's being cynical about it. An honest kindred. He approaches, uncaring of the shadows, and unbuttons the first two buttons of his shirt, to show his throat as he speaks.
(Lyle) If really. Apprentices don't understand my regular plain "no"s, so they're used to me telling them in a very shocking way to leave me alone or to solve their own problems. And I very well know exactly what my blood does on younger weaker children. It forced you into submission already. If going for my neck is enough to ease your mind, blah. But to be blunt, and accept my sincerest apologies for breaking your heart, I am not interested in 'knowing' you. That's probably the one sin that doesn't concern me.

While he is serious about apprentices and sinning, he is obviously being a little over the top with Chris' submission (he indicated his wrist as he said it, knowing very well that one doesn't accept drinking from the arm unless they recognize his authority), as well as speaking about breaking his heart by refusing sex.

Chris gives an audible snort of disdain. “I'll be honest about everything as far as anyone else will know, and for as long as it is most beneficial to my own health. Truth is always but a matter of perspective. As for being watched, I'll wish them all the luck in the world trying to catch me and evade my notice.” He sounds dismissive of the warning given to him, confident in his own abilities. “They'll need it.”

The unbuttoning inadvertently draws the Lasombra's attention towards Lyle's throat where his gaze lingers. Thirst and an bestial desire to sate it flickers in his eyes, but is quickly contained, forced back by will and ego to the darker corners of his consciousness. Chris' eyes narrow in displeasure however, when Lyle mentions how he'd fed from the Tremere, calling him submissive. He glares at his friend, making a visible effort to restrain himself, though there is little doubt that had it not been Lyle to speak these words, and had Chris not been indebted to him already, he would have been less than friendly about it. His voice sounds tight through gritted teeth when he speaks after a calming breath. “Never assume me to be submissive. Yes, I may follow the occasional, sensible order, however that is not because I accept an authority above my own.” He turns away from the Tremere at that, focusing again on his laptop, making a vague gesture at it with a hand. His tone is back to normal. “Now get your lazy ass here and show me those areas you mentioned before. Tempting as it is to take all the vitae I need from you, it could be rather disastrous if I get addicted.”

Lyle lets go the subject of honesty. He does smile openly when his friend mentions anyone needing luck to find him.
(Lyle) How fair of you. It's fine. You can be a good obeying pet.

He signs he's fucking with him and smiles, amused, a bit pushy about it.
(Lyle) Don't worry, my opinion of you couldn't get any lower anyway, so you won't be downgraded just because you drank from my wrist like a ghoul whore in need. The more addicted, the better !

He doesn't come; the computer moves the map, turns it around to google street view, and marks some spots, seemingly all alone.
(Lyle) The docks are full of nightclubs. They are cleaner now than they used to be. There are a few clubs and restaurants, just southern from here. There are tons of fastfoods too. If you get around the other side of the river, you'll have as many prostitutes as you want ; you'll owe the setites though. This club right here belongs to some old ghoul, it's kinda Elysium so it's relatively safe. It's also quite dark. Hm.. This area is to avoid, the Brujah don't like invasions and God help you if you cross Theodore's path without being invited.

He marks another few spots of interests ; cybercafés, IT shops, known hooking up places, and some quiet suburban areas. He notes down the Hotel, the Theatre and El Bodegon. He also notes Saint Eloi. He approaches calmly.
(Lyle) If you ever need to talk to a priest you can go there. Well, as soon as it's repaired. Father Eliet may have to hold sessions elsewhere since that Vonzel bastard thought the Church had something of his interest. I'm pretty sure he knows that we exist, and he knows me in particular. Of course he doesn't know any more than that.

He sits next to his friend with a playful smirk.
(Lyle) Now, my faithful servant.. Anything else you'd need ?

An eye muscle twitches a little at Lyle's taunting words. Chris directs an annoyed glare at the Tremere, then lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath. “You're a fucking bastard you know that.” He shakes his head with a small grin, his attention returning to his computer screen. He raises an eyebrow at the moving map, looking alternatively between the screen and the unused mouse. Chris then turns a suspicious look in the Tremere's direction. “...” He lets out a grumble, turning his attention back to the marked areas on the map. He observes them all closely, memorizing their respective locations to one another, and takes note of points of interest around them, along with the additional information Lyle gives him.
“Brujah domain huh. They're generally not to bad if you can manage to beat them on the head a few times, and get some respect from them that way.” The vampire shrugs, dismissive of the subject though not about to forget the advice. “Then again, that might just be my experience with them. Suppose their antitribu might be a bit different.”

Chris leans back in the couch for a moment in contemplating silence, once more allowing himself to absorb the information displayed before him on the screen. After that, he closes the computer, glancing sideways at Lyle, clearly ignoring the first part of his sentence, though considering the question. “Space, peace, quiet, lifeboons owed to me, influence everywhere. Elder Scrolls 6 might be nice too, and perhaps a blunt weapon of sorts to rearrange your face...” He smirks tauntingly. “Blood too of course, but I'll fix that problem myself. If only to avoid your endless gloating about the power of your own. Beyond that however...” Chris lets his eyes go through the room given to him for now. “Well, I could do with some new equipment. Laptop aside, I had to leave everything I'd gathered behind. And even this model is not quite capable of doing everything I want it to.”

Lyle breaks eye contact with the computer to give a look to Chris, with a very pleased smile.
(Lyle) Now, "bastard" ? My mother would stab you in the neck for insulting her like that. The hell with that new insult thrown at me so often. As far as hunting goes, I'm not sure Jacob will accept respecting you even if, by an extraordinary focus of circumstances, you manage kick his ass. Other than that the city is simple enough, and big enough.

He makes himself a little more confortable in his sitting position, putting both his arms behind his head, casual.
(Lyle) Now that's a reasonnable list. I'll see what I can do as far as hardware is concerned, I'll put in your last name on the staff's list, in case you want to order up something online, so they'd bring it to you without asking questions. I'll dig up something that may do the trick for a while, but.. I don't really need hardware, in case you haven't noticed. I think I'll delegate over the task of showing you around the city, the who's and that stuff. I barely remember their names anyway. Got a preference ?

Chris lets out a small chuckle, shrugging carelessly as he does so. “Just goes to show that you deserve the insult.” He gives a dismissive wave with his hand on the subject of the Jacob. “Oh I'm quite sure I could at least be one hell of a pain in the ass. But it's hardly worth the trouble. And as you said, the city's big enough to not step on any long toes by accident.” From his tone of voice, it sounds like he'd much prefer to be doing that on purpose.

“I'm set for the immediate future.” He lightly taps his knuckles on the laptop bag. “But unlike some, I still have to depend on the power of my hardware, and laptops just don't pack the same punch a good desktop does. Signing me up in that list should be good enough. I'm probably still be able to reach some of the more secured funds I got hidden away, so that's all well and good.”
The vampire rolls his eyes lightly in feigned annoyance, his voice mildly amused. “What, to lazy to play tour-guide?” Chris too makes himself comfortable on the couch, one arm on the armrest, the other on the knee of his raised leg of which the foot rests on his other knee. The arm on resting on his knee rises to stroke his thin mustache lightly in consideration to the question. After a moment he shrugs. “Nah, no real preference. Long as it's not a ghoul that shows me around.”

Lyle pulls a face when Chris states he deserved to be called a bastard. He then shrugs, uncaring.
(Lyle) Whatever. Seriously, you'll be stepping on eggs, and you gotta trust me on that shit. Stay away from the tail, 'kay ? I'm still trying to get my clan safe from a blood hunt, so if you don't want to lose your favourite Tremere...

He is half serious about it, but he does seem honest and truthful concerning the blood hunt threat. He laughs when Chris mentions ghouls.
(Lyle) Of course I'm too lazy, and I've got way too much work as well. Don't worry, it won't be a ghoul. A dominated mortal will do.

He's openly teasing his friend, then he nods and smiles, adding fast enough.
(Lyle) I'll lend you my childe, probably tomorrow. The others are busy ritual-casting and world-domination plotting.

It seems the usual doings of the Tremere bore the Regent.

Chris rolls his eyes, but nods lightly to show he understands the Tremere's words of caution and will remember them. He makes no comment on it though, deeming the subject finished with that.

The vampire sends an irritated glance at Lyle when he jokingly suggests a dominated mortal could lead him around the city. He lets out an exaggerated, tired sigh, the type of a tutor of some sort trying to get through the thick skull of the most dimwitted student to ever grace the face of the earth. The facade is dropped soon enough at the mention of Lyle's ghoul. Chris raises an eyebrow, head tilting and brows furrowing a touch in thought. He then lets out a small laugh. “Well if their plans don't interfere with my own, I don't see why I should keep any of them from theirs. Perhaps I'll see how I can incorporate their plans in my own. Make sure it's done right and all, with me the complete victor. If your Childe is not preoccupied with conquering the world plans... speaking off, I was meaning to ask about that since you seemed to hint at the existence of one earlier. Claudia, I believe you said? I'm surprised to hear you actually Sired someone.”

Lyle smiles at the death glance given over, obviously liking the reaction it caused. He lets go the subject of world domination, shrugging it off, quite bored of it.
(Lyle) Hm, don't worry about their games of world domination, the Tremere have a huge drawback as we're officially forbidden to even look at mortal politics. So some plots are mostly about personal power and knowledge. Don't mind it much, it's boring shit.

He lets out a little sigh, like the ones one gives when speaking about a difficult and complicated subject when Chris mentions Claudia.
(Lyle) Yea, I sired, I was half-forced to it but I'm satisfied with what she's become. No, Claudia is more preoccupied with staying as far away from me as she can and caring for her friends. She's far too smart to even consider thinking about world domination, really. Careful, I sired her but once she got my blood, I gave her to the Chantry and went back to work. Do I look like a parent to you ? Hm...

He takes out his phone from his pocket and browses through it a moment. He then shows a zoomed out picture out to Chris, a picture dating from the 80's at least, of a Claudia in quite a punk attire, surrounded by friends, and seemingly having some fun on El Bodegon. Seems like an old polaroid picture taken by someone to commemorate the night out between friends.
(Lyle) That's her. Well, that's how she presents herself to mortals.

Arriving by being driven by Estela at the Hotel.
"It'll be a moment, I got to be in the back of the building."

William got out and walked up the ramp and enters the lobby, passes through the building and enters the Chantry.

Arriving at the Hotel, Estela stops the vespa, killing the engine. She nods at William when he dismounts. "Sure thing. I'll be here." She watches the Tremere enter the Hotel and just waits for him to come back, her eyes lazily wandering around her immediate surroundings.

Chris notes the boredom on the subject from Lyle. He shrugs idly though can't help making a last comment on it. Perhaps mostly just to have the last word. “Hm. If you say so. Though if I find out you brought me here just to see if you could get some indirect, political influence for your plans, there'll be hell to pay.” The threat is, of course, not meant seriously. It seems likely he's not even in the politics of Kine.

As the Tremere speaks of his Childe, Chris takes the information in silently. He seems a bit surprised at some of the things said by his friend, evident by his raised eyebrow and slight tracing of his mustache. He chuckles softly at the obviously rhetorical question raised by Lyle, answering it anyway. “Of course you do. Whether or not you'd be good at it....well, that is another matter entirely.”
Shifting his weight on the couch, the vampire leans over slightly to look at the picture on the phone. He observes it silently for a moment, then resumes his earlier position. “Different from what I imagined. Dressed like that.....she'd almost be more Brujah material than Tremere. She was a Cainite already at the time of that picture?”

Marie gives a polite smile and nod at William as he passes by. She eyes out at Estela, salutes her before seemingly doing paper work.


Lyle takes back his phone once his friend has seen enough of what his Childe looks like.
(Lyle) Yes she was Cainite then. For obvious reason we'd rather use "Kindred", but I'm old enough to use Cainite every now and then. Be mindful of your vocabulary, who knows... But yes, she was already of the undead at the time. She gets along fine with the Brujah Primogen, eventually I'll use their relationship to my advantage. You'd imagine I would have embraced some nerd ?

He chuckles at the idea, then shakes his head en denial.
(Lyle) I'd rather do things on my own, I didn't need childer and had to give her my vitae so the chantry would stop being unbearable. Don't be fooled however, she's great Tremere material ; bright, likable, and far more gifted than the most hard working ones. She's packed out of the chantry back in the 1910's or so and so far, she's survived.

He obviously thinks that's some quite of a feat, to survive. There's a hint of pride in his words.
(Lyle) If you're on for the night I could make arrangements for you to meet the Brujah. This way your presence in town would reach the ears of the Prince and eventually it'll haste a little a way for us to get you presented alright.

William gave a tired sigh as he closed the door leading towards the chantry, while he wasn't weary in the physical sense, he was seeing more action then the last 7 years combined. Going down the hallways and entering the lobby, he gave a wink towards Marie and joined Estela once more.
"Having fun? I haven't come across Lyle, but if you wanna go give him a good night kiss, you better do it now."
The neonate was joking of course, tapping his pockets to see if everything was still on its spot.

"While I was getting my glasses, I figured I'd dress more... mortal-y?"
William was now wearing a black mid length jacket, dark gray hat, a dark gray wooden shirt, dark blue jeans and black leathered sneakers.

"Especially if we're going to crawl through Cain knows what. That is one part I never really understood about the Nossies, I mean, why live in those underground places, as long the place has no windows, there shouldn't be a problem right? Unless there is a real comfort in living underground I don't know about. So, we good?"

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Chris shrugs dismissively on the subject of the term he used, not even bothering to voice his opinion. It's clear enough in his demeanor. He admits to having suspected a more nerdy Childe based on what he knows of Lyle by nodding slightly.
“Yes, I did expect something like that. Seems like more your style if you had to embrace someone.” Another shrug. “Then again, what do I know about your whole pyramid thing?” Chris listens as his friend explains a bit more about Claudia. Something seems to cause him to wonder, though he doesn't reveal what exactly. The undisguised pride in Lyle's voice draws a small, amused smirk to his features. “Well, if she's capable enough to have survived so far, I'm sure she will survive showing the city to me.”

Reaching in a pocket, Chris pulls his phone out and checks the time briefly. “The Brujah will have to exercise some of their nonexistent patience for now. You could of course drop them a few words of a visitor later tonight, but first I'm going to grab a bite or two in the city.” He moves to push himself up from the couch, sending an inquisitive glance in Lyle's direction. “Unless there are more things you feel compelled to warn me about?”

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Noticing the greeting send her way by the receptionist, Estela smiles warmly in return. She doesn't move from her position though, remaining seated on the Vespa and waiting for William.

When he finally returns, Estela grabs the helmet she'd returned to the steeringwheel earlier and readies the vespa. She sticks her tongue out at the Tremere because of his words, but can't help but laugh cheerfully anyway. “Nah, I'll just leave it to you to give him my goodnight kiss when you get back here.” She winks playfully, then takes a moment to observe his change in attire when he mentions it. “Looks good to me. It could use some more color but...that's probably just me.”
She gestures at the backseat of the vespa that he can hop on. While he does that, the young vampire puts the helmet on her head. “I'll see what happens when we get there. I don't really know all that much about the clans. Though I suppose I understand why the Nosferatu want to stay hidden. They're the deformed ones right? Not like they want to be caught wandering around.”

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"Well I don't like bright colours, it's my thing you know. I do try to avoid dark red, that's so cliche."
William climbed on the back of the bike.
"Which is my point exacly, they wouldn't be caught if they kept it private, so it doesn't matter if it's above ground or below ground, they could still use the tunnels or whatever they use for traveling, just elevating their lairs. It must be a matter of convenience and habit I guess."
Securing his hat he wound his arms around Estelas waist.
"Chop chop fledgeling, places to be we have."
William said imitating Yoda.

“Maybe you can try asking one of them? You'd be surprised how many answers you can get that way,” Estela says with a smile. When William climbs on the back, she starts the vespa's engine and after he signals he's ready, she steers it down the road.

Lyle shrugs, uncaring about the subject of Childer. He uncrosses his arms from behind his head to rest his elebow on the knees, thoughtful, serious.
(Lyle) Many Tremere do not choose themselves who they are going to Embrace. Some are not even aware that their blood has been used to Sire. I didn't really have a word in it but I'm happy with her and she can be quite useful if you trigger her properly. As for the Brujah, I'll give your description to their Primogen. I think they've got some system of presenting yourself and get allowed upstairs. I'm not sure he keeps his last name, Jacob, around mortals, but his first name is Theodore and he doesn't change that.

He straightens up and offers a sly smile at Chris, quite meaningful that he will 'ask' him something.
(Lyle) Actually yes. Consider this as part of what you owe me for covering your ass : You will keep quiet the exact nature of our relationship. Everyone here is aware that "that bastard Tremere Kersten likes technology", but I'd rather them not know that I go to E3 or the Blizzcon. And neither that I knew you were a Sabbat bastard to begin with. I'll deny it all and execute you without hesitating if the subject is even hinted at, I'll deny knowing your clan to begin with.

The threat is serious, and the confidence is the Tremere shows clearly that he could do it and that he has done it already in the past. He takes out of his jacket a folded paper with the seal of the Tremere clan on it (it doesn't close the sheet) and hands it over. He then hands over the card pass of the room with a very amused smile.
(Lyle) Consider this your city pass, in case you bump into the Sheriff or anyone else that might need some proof that I'm vouching for you. Oh and consider you got a curfew, young man.

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