7

Villanueva slams a book down on his desk. "How dare he?" It is an August evening.

You look about in confusion. "Dominus?" you inquire, tentatively.

"Jackson. The city has voted to rename the Place d'Armes in his name. It will now be known as Jackson Square."

"How dare he…?" you offer.

"Yes! How dare he! What could he be planning?" He pauses before arriving at a conclusion: "He wants to become president."

"But he's not a vampire…right? What does it matter if this General seeks the presidency?"

One of his many knives makes its way into his hand, and he uses it to clean his nails while he thinks. "You saw him eating and drinking at the celebration in his name. No vampire could do that. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to see to what can be done about this absurd decision to rename the plaza…"

"Yes, Quaestor."

Perhaps his concerns over the precariousness of his position have made him paranoid? Whatever the case, the nights continue to unfold before you, and his instruction in the ways of the Society and immortality continues unabated.

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