Jayant dials Argent's number, hoping the kindred with the white trainers is available.
Riiiiiiing, Riiiiiiiing.....
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Jayant dials Argent's number, hoping the kindred with the white trainers is available.
Riiiiiiing, Riiiiiiiing.....
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"Argent?" the Primogen asks before continuing nonetheless. "Its Jayant. I was just wondering if you could give me some advice regarding bars and clubs in the city."
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"Why of course," Argent replied. Even if he hadn't had a handful of connections, he was still quite the socialite... and liar.
"It would be mah pleasure Primogen, what is it you're after? Race? Creed? Sexual preference?"
God only knew with the little dark man. Hell, he could be asking after donkey shows.
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Jayant smirked. For some reason, the Deava had grown on him. The way he exploded from Horizon's armory still had something to do with it.
"Male, black, gold teeth and very, very dangerous."
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"I'd start at Raven," Argent says after long period of silence.
He didn't know Jayant liked it like that.
The world was full of surprises.
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"Many thanks, Argent," Jayant replies before saying his good evenings and ending the call if the Daeva has nothing to add.
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