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"Not at all, Madam Herald. My business with you this evening is done. Is there anything more you (@Chrisie), or you sir (@Wolven Pryde), would have me do this evening while here?"
Zach was done, and was now only doing the polite thing, deferring to his elders.
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Dillon only offers a small shake of his head, preparing to stand if there's nothing further that Martha requires from the meeting. He doesn't look overeager to hop up and get out, however. The Gangrel is calm. "I have nothing at this time Mister Griffiths. Though, it's always good of you to ask. Thank you."
With that, he looks over to Martha, smiling slightly. It's a small, humble expression. Apparently just a signal that they are respectfully taking their cues from her.
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Martha smiles. Acknowledging Dillon's glance with another smile and nod of the head. "No, there is nothing further I feel we need to discuss at present or require from you at the moment, sir."
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