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1100 AD; Ipswich, Kingdom of England.
William sat writing at a desk, the sparsely appointed rooms given to him by his sire were barely lit by the single taper on the corner of his desk. He had been sent to Ipswich months ago by his sire in order to learn of the ways of their kind. At least that's what Sir Bristol had told him, though he had the feeling that his sire had become bored of him.
A quiet knock at the door was followed by the entrance of his ghoul caretaker Bertrand. Bertrand was old and was well-learned in the ways of his Cainite masters. In fact William had learned most of what he knew about the traditions and lore from the ghoul. Bertrand hobbled over slowly despite the great strength that William knew ghouls to possess. He set the package on the side of the desk before addressing William.
"Your sire sent this with a message saying that you should prepare yourself to attend a mortal party this evening. The master should be arriving anytime now to take you with him. Is there anything the young master wishes before I leave to prepare for his coming?"
Assuming William has no further orders, Bertrand leaves him to prepare for the party that evening. The package contains a set of fine new clothes and a short note from his sire.
"Greetings my childe,
I hope this greeting finds you well. I have sent you a small gift of a fine new set of clothes. Be sure to have one of your wonderful stories ready as well. The Lady Staunton is a great admirer of tales.
Regards, Sir Bristol of Ipswich."
William sat writing at a desk, the sparsely appointed rooms given to him by his sire were barely lit by the single taper on the corner of his desk. He had been sent to Ipswich months ago by his sire in order to learn of the ways of their kind. At least that's what Sir Bristol had told him, though he had the feeling that his sire had become bored of him.
A quiet knock at the door was followed by the entrance of his ghoul caretaker Bertrand. Bertrand was old and was well-learned in the ways of his Cainite masters. In fact William had learned most of what he knew about the traditions and lore from the ghoul. Bertrand hobbled over slowly despite the great strength that William knew ghouls to possess. He set the package on the side of the desk before addressing William.
"Your sire sent this with a message saying that you should prepare yourself to attend a mortal party this evening. The master should be arriving anytime now to take you with him. Is there anything the young master wishes before I leave to prepare for his coming?"
Assuming William has no further orders, Bertrand leaves him to prepare for the party that evening. The package contains a set of fine new clothes and a short note from his sire.
"Greetings my childe,
I hope this greeting finds you well. I have sent you a small gift of a fine new set of clothes. Be sure to have one of your wonderful stories ready as well. The Lady Staunton is a great admirer of tales.
Regards, Sir Bristol of Ipswich."
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