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Corliss quirks an eyebrow. "Does it now? A great many things are of import at the moment, childe, least of which are the concerns of the Banu Haqim." She sighs. "But I was expecting him to show up with demands. You were right to detain him, but it's best that I deal with the man now rather than leaving him to stew. Send him in."

You step aside as the Vizier practically marches into the office before dropping into an elaborate bow. "It's lovely to see you, Eden," he says as he stands up straight, flashing a nervous smile at the Seneschal. You can tell he's attempting to be charming, and it's obvious that Corliss is having none of it.

"Welcome to my office, Kashif Salik," she says bluntly. All business. Kashif barely manages to disguise his surprise at seeing Corliss's Nosferatu disfigurements on display. Typically, she wears the face of another woman when taking guests, but she hasn't had time to prepare for an audience. "You've caught me at an inopportune time, so I must request we skip the formalities and cut to the chase. What can I do for you?"

"Apologies," Kashif mutters as his eyes sweep the room, looking for a chair. There is none. "To the point, then," he says with a flash of mild irritation. "Last night my servant handed me a sealed letter which he claimed had been given to him by a rather unusual courier. Furtive fellow. Eyes like a ferret." The Vizier procures a neatly folded paper from one of his robe's voluminous pockets and clutches it at his side. "The letter claimed to be from an anonymous Tremere outside of the city, and it went into great detail about how they intended to torture and eventually end me. In most cases, this wouldn't have been entirely unusual given the enmity between the Tremere and Banu Haqim, but I have been placed under Prince Arundel's protection."

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