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[hr][i][color=gray]The Adel Estate, Southside[/color][/i]
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Ah yes.

The Adel Estate, tucked away in the dark depths of Cloverfield South, surrounded by a cracked and aged field of gravestones. With its boarded up windows, three stories in height, and steepled, spiral tower rooftops. Complete with its own well water and pump connected to a generator, in-home geysers, at least two UPSes, and plethora of Victorian-era candelabras for when the power went out. 

The heavy curtains were pulled over boarded up windows, and candlelight gleamed from within a lounge. The sofas were plush and embroidered, studded with rhinestone, and a chandelier above glimmered with little fires. Two occupants sat in the quiet of the lounge, a daughter, and her father.

[b]“The cousins say that's five more times this month. It's becoming a problem. We can't keep letting these mountain savages encroach on our territories.”[/b]

Mountain savage. The word father used for the vampires of different strains, living in isolation in the snowy peaks. 

The daughter turned to her father, dressed in embroidered silks, gold and gemstones. Her one eye turned up in a soft, reassuring smile, the other eaten by a verdant rose.

Lorenza spoke, her voice soft like a ghost haunting a grave, and melodious like wind chimes in Autumn. 

[color=916BB4][b]“Father,”[/b][/color] She purred, [color=916BB4][b]“There's something we haven't tried yet. The Fixer. They've gained some recognition in the years. I'm confident they will be able to look into our… [i]problem.[/i]”[/b][/color]

Her father nodded. [b]“Alright, daughter of mine. Just be safe. The city is changing. I just… worry for you. You know I wouldn't be the same if anything…”[/b]

Lorenza softly shook her head.[color=916BB4][b]“You've taught me well, father. We can't stay hold up with the dead forever though, I'm afraid.”[/b][/color]

Her father gave a slow, reluctant nod. [b]“Then be off with my blessing, my daughter.”[/b]

[hr][color=gray][i]Quill St. Sebastien's Office[/i][/color][hr]

As the footsteps of a quite upset Mrs. Gardner left Quill’s office, a new set of high heels clicked on the floor. A figure appeared in the doorway to the office, dressed from head to toe in embroidered black silk garments that covered every inch of her body. Her hands were gloved. Even her blouse had a high collar with its ascot. A heavy, laced black parasol with long, glass tube beads hanging down its edges obscured the woman's head. It was as if the woman was allergic to the sun.

Her voice carried the hint she was softly smiling as she walked into the room. [color=916BB4][b]”Miss Sebastien, it's a pleasure. My name is Lorenza Adel. I have a…[i] problem [/i]for you. It involves a lead, a Varnan Ingram…”[/b][/color]

She gestured to the purple chairs. [color=916BB4][b]”May I have a seat?”[/b][/color]