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A woman after my own heart. That actually brings me to why we're speaking." He looks to Corliss and she nods impatiently. "Your sire wishes for you to deliver the invitation. She fears—"

"I fear nothing," Corliss cuts in. "I am simply aware of the tension between Mr. Salik and myself. One could say we got off on the wrong foot. If you would speak to the man, Mekuztli, I would be grateful. Prince Annabelle's offer has the full support of myself and Arundel. You can assure the vizier of that."

Excellent!" Trevor says, sticking out his hand again. The Warlock sure is laying it on thick. Either that or it's quite the nervous tick. "If he throws it back in our faces then no Kindred will be able to say we didn't make an attempt at diplomacy."

"Should I ask him to speak to you when he's made his decision?" you ask Trevor.

"Or Henrik Lang. He knows where to find us." He pauses. "Do you have any particular interest in ancient texts? History and apocrypha?"

Trevor beams. "I haven't seen such interest in ancient knowledge from a Nosferatu in quite some time! I happen to know that Ms. Grey intends to invite each of us to a gathering tomorrow night. If you attend, do make sure to say hello—I have something that may be of interest to you."

"Come, Trevor," Corliss says, taking him by the hand. "I have someone else to introduce you to." She inclines her head to you. "Appreciation for your assistance, Mekuztli. It's been noted."

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