"Enter," croaks an unmistakable voice. Sitting behind the familiar desk is an unfamiliar face. The Seneschal behind the desk wears a black, hooded robe which frames the expressionless white mask with the cracked, gold scar running length-wise through the left eye. Those unmistakably dead eyes. He looks away from the laptop running on his desk then surveys the woman from head to toe. "Jillian," it says. "Jillian Malloy, Clan Gangrel, of the Unaligned, why have you come to see me this evening?"
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