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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wilphe" data-source="post: 1166414" data-attributes="member: 8221">Ruzz'koff walked around the downport, a fairly distinguised looking Vargr, at least to human, or sort of human, eyes. That whole grey haired = venerable equation was one he had been willing to exploit more than once, he might be weak, but he sure as anything wasn't frail. He toyed with going to Red Tide again, but it was the sort of place where he'd find himself given the best seat, the best service and the most obsequious attention. And for what? A title. Not what he'd done, but what his ancestors had done.     Humans are so odd that way.     True, he was a noble and he carried his foil in the manner of one born to it, which he was. But for humans, and Luriani are still close enough to count, that was enough. For his people, it wasn't, you had to have ability to back up your privilige or you were as nothing.     No Red Tide reminded him too much. To go there again would be to admit to himself that he had failed to build his own legend and was content to live off of the charisma of others. The choice was now to either throw rocks at the seagulls, hang around in the hotel lobby or go to that MacAllister's place. That was not much of a choice, and his face just slightly broke into a smile at the sight of some of his ilk inside.</blockquote>