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   â i did. should we go for fun ? â what a joke that is. nour, whoâs dedicated his unlife to a freedom from the political leash of his peers, baring some teeth on camarilla order. â maybe you should go and send would if youâve kept your head or not. iâve just remembered iâm no use as a tracker. â
âThey donât need two old fucks like us running around.â They, also, donât need to risk the last few remaining of their clan to play stupid games and win stupid prizes. âMake you should go, play them a ballad or two, and the petulant infants will finally calm down.â Lighting the cigarette, he looked over at Nour before letting out a sigh and looking up at the night sky. âAnd they wonder why thereâs an increase in thinblood population when theyâre running around and killing each other and making new kindred to bolster their ranks.â

















