"Don't sweat it. Just some free advice. You can do with it what you want. As for me, I like to stick to my strengths. I was Embraced by my Sire in Vegas. Our Coterie had an arrangement with the mafia that ran a casino there. I learned a few trades that way, first and foremost how to make connections with folks who are willing to get their hands dirty. Everyone's trying to get their hands on something, whether it's a sword, a gun, a name, or a favor. I'm the one that can make that happen. Vegas was fun, for the few years it lasted. But Kine are always changing, adapting. Criminals have to stay one step ahead of the law, and Kindred have to stay one step ahead of Kine. So you can imagine that keeps me quite busy."
He stops walking a moment and turns, overlooking the spacious clearing to the south where lit sidewalks follow a skeleton framework of paved roads between empty lots.
"But if you want to know something more specific, you'll have to be more specific. You want to know about my past? Why I joined the Movement? More about my Sire? Where I've been, what I've seen? You want me to sum up my Requiem in a few choice words? I'm an open book, ask away." His words border on sarcasm, daring her to press him on any of the examples he lists.