⚠ <i>"There is no room in this damn forsaken city. The hounds are out to destroy it and the pups are trying to save it. The question is, who exactly is wasting their time? My sire, though he deals deep in the politics, shares little with me but little do I care. I can move on. My kin line is broken and I will not be redeemed for my sins. Buildings and princes can fade into nothingness and I will survive just fine. For now, this war amuses me and the games of the Elders are entertaining. So easily the others are frustrated with the Gangrel holds her temper. What a twisted place the world has become."⚠ </i>
All the pieces of the puzzle have not yet been found for Aiden but she does not worry about it. One of the few things she learned from her sire, though he never taught it to her, was patience beyond all other things. She knows that the Elders speak in riddles and spend their centuries playing games that no one understands. It has yet to matter to her. Currently she is enjoying the company of the The Fellowship of the Face while spending time looking to and out for her sire, FrancoisChaffee.
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