Max nods his head at Travis's words, turning his attention to me man once more. "Sacramento has always struck me as more of a way point than a destination. We certainly have a fair share of Kindred who settle into the city permanently, but it always seemed to me we have had more passing through than staying put. It makes for an interesting society, and plays hell with the politics. Just when you think one of the Covenants is getting big enough to make a move, half of them disappear.
If it wasn't for His Grace and a few other Kindred of Worth, we might have ended up under Carthian rule..." Max looks back towards the other two Kindred, giving them a knowing wink.
When Clarke addresses him as "Herr", Max raises a curious eyebrow in the Prince's direction. "Why is it everyone seems to think I'm either German or own a condiment company? Maybe I should change my name; something innocuous like "John Smith"." It's clear from the Mekhet's tone that he's only joking, but it wasn't the first time someone had referred to him by the German title.
And while Clarke might have only been joking about creating a title for a new form of uniquely Kindred rage; the Mekhet did give it some thought... "Well, I'm not aware of any phrase that would fit the bill, so it would more than likely be a compound word. Probably something along the lines of "Rerlorentechnologieraserei" Or "Rasereivonrerlorentechnologie", depending on how you wanted to conjugate it.