"I sure did, and I did that because you both represented yourself and our Clan well, and then provided useful and timely intelligence on a matter of great importance to the Domain," Moretti replied. "And then, when you Recognized and started publicly tying your star to a sinking ship, I formed a different, lesser opinion. Yes. I disagree with your judgment in Recognizing him. Not running away from being in trouble does not constitute a rising star. It constitutes someone who shouldn't be kicked out of the Domain."
A finger came up, in a 'but wait' sort of way.
"I don't think his ability to get shot outweighs your actually useful skill set, Verne. But so long as I am Priscus, I will not see our good eggs putting themselves out there publicly in support of our dumpster fires. So. Here's what we're going to do."
That finger points. Straight. At. Her.
"You're going to be the Whip. And as your first task? If you're going to tie your star to a dumpster fire, I'll expect you to put it out."
Priscus Moretti smiled.
"Every little thing he does, you will be responsible for in my eyes, and I will do my level best to make sure the Elders see it the same way, too. My public opinion of you, until such a time as I feel he has learned or he is gone, will be exactly the same as my public opinion of him. Which means you had best go get him to pay Prestation or find some other way to make up for insulting me before the Clan, right fucking quick, just to get my opinion of you to the point of Acknowledged next time I start talking about you publicly. If he sinks, you sink. But... if he turns it around with your help, your stock will fly accordingly. Capiche?"
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