♠♠Is that?...No it can't be!!♠♠
Salutations. Its I, Most Esteemed Lord Crawford, or just simply Hobbs. Typing to you again from my Hotel in Porro Nox Noctis.Yet again I sit and wait, as though I have the time. Le Rapier Des Crawford will not run itself mind you.
Though such is the way of Life(or unlife) I suppose. Some rule and prosper. Some serve and die. Mind you i do not serve under any rule ( not even under our so called Prince)
Thats a job for those feral bastards the Gangrel. Bloody lot they are. Dogs of labor and hounds of war is all they can aspire to be. though I do have a fondness for this Gangrel mistress I have not seen in some time. She was almost like a serf to me. Strong, cunning and soft on the eyes. Hahahaha. But listen to me ramble.
VII seems to stirred up more trouble then we had planned. Stealing other Kindred and using them for only Malkavians know what. But according to a few ghouls these events have died down, along with the group that caused it.
Also I hear our new Prince has a fondness for Our Greatest Sin. He has already consumed 3 of our kind. And Zen is at it again. All I can make out form the reports, being so vague and all, is that the Flesh and Bone Crafters are at it again, The Prince needs a tuning, and everything is in some kinda turmoil. Joy of joy's,I cannot wait for court this week. It's about time to show them what a true Crawford can do. Queen's Guard hungers, for he has not seen much practice as of late.
More after court.
Walking the line of the seer's each day,
Most Esteemed Baron Hobbs B. Crawford
♠♠It is! Unholy Christ, it's Kain!♠♠
