Julian accepted the offered card with a friendly smile and a nod of thanks. He bit back the automatic thank you, he'd expressed his verbal appreciation repeatedly; and Julian didn't want to cross the line between courteousness and grovelling. "I'll do just that. I look forward to speaking with you tomorrow, Priscus Baldwin. I hope the rest of your evening is pleasant."
The young Haunt paused for a moment, both to give his Priscus a chance to respond and to process the information he'd been given. Sacramento was Invictus territory, apparently. Perhaps that explained the 'Alder' prefix the Prince was using? The leader of his Clan had seemed interested with the information he'd volunteered, and he thought that boded well. The most likely inference seemed to be that Baldwin had ties to the Invictus in the Domain, given the way he had phrased his reply. Alternatively, he might be Carthian, particularly if he construed 'opportunities for advancement in this Invictus Domain' as 'ways for outsiders to not get ashed'.
In either case, tonight had gone pretty much as well as he could have hoped. He'd been given the tick of approval to feed in a pretty wide area, he had met the leader of his Clan and perhaps even opened the door to building a more solid social foundation for his stay in Sacramento. And, perhaps most importantly, nobody had tried to stake him yet. A pretty good start, all things considered.
Unless Peter wishes to discuss something further, Julian politely takes his leave and returns to the main court
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