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He’s not aware of it (nor would I have him be; he’d harrumph and get flustered and awkward in front of the whole court, and we couldn’t have that), but I’m really rather fond of Father Callaghan.

Oh, I mock him for spending court time fiddling with maps, or his old-fashioned notions, but the truth is I admire his cleverness. His impatience with youthful Kindred makes me smile.

He’s a pointed contrast to Markus, who is always light-hearted and joyous, coming out with outrageously stupid remarks – and yet, who speaks several languages (although not as many as I, of course) and is generous to his friends.

Markus drives me to distraction with the moronic things he says sometimes, but I have a hard time not smiling at the same time. Part of me will always love him (which is true of all my former Domitors, making things exceedingly difficult at times), and part of me may always hate him. That part is very hate-filled, and projects that hate onto a large number of people, including myself.

I digress. But there you have it: my thoughts on the two most powerful members of my Domain, by Charlotte Foster, Unaligned Gangrel Harpy, of indeterminate age.