Meeting the Praetor (Christine, Grant-maybe) - Lowrey Manor

She nodded.

"A Mr. Ethan, of the Nosferatu. When do you wish to go in? I will set up an appointment, and will be there if you so wish."

She smiled.

"That would be nice. As soon as possible, I believe."

She nodded.

"I will make the appointment."

She nodded.

"Thank you, Praetor."

She smiled.

"Is tomorrow night good?"

She nodded.

"I will make time whenever you are available for this."

She nodded.

"I will make the appointment for tomorrow at ten. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?"

She shook her head.

"Not that I know of. Thank you for your time."

She turned to leave, then seemed to think of something...

"Is it true that this Domain has a Tremere Sheriff?"

She nodded.

"It is true. She is also the cousin of the Prince."

"And is it true that she has given our clanmate a horrible time?"

She shrugged.

"I only know his half of the story. I have learned not to take his half without a grain or two of salt."

She nodded.

"So the official stance is that we don't mind?"

She nodded.

"Pretty much."

She nodded.

"Ah. He was trying to convince me of how evil she was on the way here."

He chuckled.

"I'm sure he was."

She smiled.

"Also, he's having some problem with a Gangrel?"

She nodded.

"Her name is Eve, and she has been convinced that he is using her. Which is, of course, true, but she is childlike."

She tilted her head.

"And so this is a problem... why?"

"She does not understand that using others is what we do. And thus, she takes offense at it."

She nodded.

"Sounds like it sucks to be Mister Grant, then."

She nodded.

"Unfortunately, it does."

She smiled.

"Official stance?"

"That we will give our clan mate as much support as we can, but we cannot change the mind of a child."

She nodded.

"Understood."

She smiled.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"