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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 3965734" data-attributes="member: 3087">Archer's PreludeLB nods, smiling. He gets up and walks around his desk, speaking."Lot's of folks would kill to be in your position. You're a member of the ruling Covenant. You got no sire to answer to. You got to answer to me, course." LB gives you a long look as he circles the desk "but everybody's got to do that. And I don't play favorites." He stops when he reaches the front of the desk leaning against it and looking at Archer "anybody tells you I play favorites they're a dirty liar. 'cause I don't.""Anyway... lots of folks's'd give their fangs to be in your position." He gives Archer a genial smile."Heck," LB's voice is drawn out, with an air of extreme casualness. "You even got yourself a first rate guide to the damned. Fella named Scarman, or Lord Scarman to be proper I guess. He's heard how you were treated and he's quite....," he glances at something behind Archer's head, " apalled, right, terribly apalled at how you were embraced, treated, 'n so forth. Insists you get a proper introduction to the whole thing."In another person Archer would imagine this discussion of Scarman would be tinged with mockery but LB seems to be positively overflowing with sincerety."Anyway Just visit Lord Scarman once  a week or so; he'll show you the ins-and-outs of the Kindred. "LB's face, normally animate, is completely neutral and devoid of expression. From the decisive way that he walks back to behind his desk Archer gets the impression that he has been dismissed.</blockquote>

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