If there ever has been one thing entirely dependable and predictable, then that is the Ventrue sense for business. Not saying it’s a bad thing. Helps a lowly rat from the sewers – one of the non-Nosferatu-kind – stay afloat. After all you’ll have to strike a deal with some folk before you can safely settle in anywhere. Otherwise there’s too much fun to be had in taking you down.

So I’ve spent some time being the good lap dog the patricians expect any Gangrel to be. Try to care for their bows and gestures and what not and they’ll like you for it. Once you do that you can almost be as straight forward as an arrow. They’ll pat your back and tell you that you did well in doing so. They find it dependable. And if there’s one thing those types need, then that’s reliability. Thing to do then is to provide them with a stick to lean on as opposed to a stick they toss about in hopes you’re in a mood to play fetch.

The first mate kindly informed me that the woman claiming to be our primogen really has nothing on anyone. She abandoned the clan for half a year or some such. I’d rather chew off both my hands than follow her anywhere. For all the inability the other four may have, they don’t stand a chance with her being supposed to lead them and the just letting them out in the rain.

As for those four… I doubt they actually want to be in lead. But with her just disappearing like that they had to come up with someone. My guess is they’ll be glad if someone takes that off their hands. And I’ll be happy to. Will talk to them about this next gathering. Until then I’m not much in a mood to meet either of them.