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[Isk]

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Isk glanced at the stack of untouched letters lining his desk as he took another slow drag from his cigar. The thick mist of Papuan Blend permeated the air mixed with the oaken scent of the Magnate’s study. “Everyone wants a piece” He stated as he pulled the smoke from his mouth and set it against his elven skull ashtray.

It was true, everyone it seems wanted a piece, even neutral entities began to get in line to fight the Protectorate for one reason or another. The Cappadocians were finally going to invade bringing with them another vampire clan that was once their rival, Moonglow wanted to fight because there were hookers in Britain, though in their hearts they simply wanted to brawl for brawling’s sake. Sanctus… the Protectorate’s first ally and most respected ally was upset and therefore their possible lack of presence would make an entirely impossible situation worse. The recent political climate, though it should trouble the Protectorate’s Regent, did little to impact Isk’s mood. Perhaps it was fatalism or his jaded side obfuscating a suppressed anger that must have lurked inside him. Or was it disappointment?

Isk rotated his cigar in its bone tray and when the ash fell he lifted the stogie and brought it back to his mouth for a quick puff. He lightly coughed and cursed under his breath as his envy green eyes fogged from the potency of the smoke. “F@#* Britain” and after a momentary thought added “… and the vampires and Moonglow”

He exhausted his cigar into the tray and brought himself to his feet just as he heard a knock on his door. “Come in” Isk said and watched as one of his guards came into the room with a sullen face.

“There has been some fighting on Verity” the guard stated. He was a tall gangly man who avoided eye contact but then they all avoided eye contact with the Magnate. Perhaps it was the emotionless porcelain mask that made them uneasy.

Isk paused and tilted his head for a moment. “Who?”

The guard shifted his weight to his off foot. “Some of the Protectorate and Moo..” the Magnate’s clenched fist landed the guard to the floor and without hesitation Isk stepped over his fallen protector. Instant stress relief.

“My lord?! Where are you going?” The bloody nosed guard asked.

There was no reply.