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Looking at Gwynne for a moment, then around the table he realised she wasn't the only one confused, "Tzimisce are one of the bloodlines, their original sire had certain abilities, which have been passed on to his brood, among which is the art of mangling, and reshaping flesh and bone, they also have greatly enhanced senses, and according to rumor can make beasts do their bidding. He is extremely overconfident, that's probably his greatest failing, but he's also been around for almost one thousand years, so he's well justified in being confident.
"Don't think that this mission is to kill him, although if you get a chance, by all means feel free to send him to his final death. But the reason you are going to to get information, Tzimisce are notorious for being gracious hosts, and will risk their own lives to protect their guests, as long as he doesn't think you have turned from a guest into a trespasser you'll be safe. Just remember your manners and don't freak out over his servants, he likes to "improve" on the human design and try to make the perfect slave.
"Are there any other questions?"
He pulled a cell phone from his well tailored suit and talked into it for a few moments, then shortly afterwards a young man walked in with a suitcase, set it down in front of Gwynne and left quickly not even waiting for a thank you.
[ 11-13-2003, 09:53 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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