Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200405021550

"Because I don't like your lord."

Dorian dabs his mouth as he sets his tankard down. He has a disdainful look.

"I do not take being threatened lightly. And to talk in such a way to a findsman...well, it just isn't done!  Respect is the grease on the wheels of my trade, lady.  It goes much further than money."

He begins cutting the cutlet again. "And from what I understand, your Covenant desires a male vampire to head it. Your current lord is quite the boor.  You hold in your hands a modicum of power to direct things as you see fit, thus robbing your lord of part of his position.  It is influence.  It is the anvil upon which to forge a better leadership."

He takes his bite.