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Zeb sighed as he wearily took a seat behind the Regent's desk. His desk, he reminded himself. The terse note had been waiting for him after returning from the Spring Court's gathering in Essex. "Renault, Apprentice Quartus. Effective immediately, you are promoted to Regent Primus of the London Chantry." There had been no signature, save for the official seal of the Council of Tremere. He looked again at the crisply folded sheet of paper, before placing it back on the cherry-wood desk.

He searched the drawers until he found writing paper and a fountain pen.

"For the Attention of Councillor Grimgroth, Rome Chantry

Whilst I am sincerely grateful for the oportunity to shepherd
the London Chantry into the 21st Century, I most humbly
request that you send a more experienced person for this position.

I eagerly await your reply.

Zebulon Barnabas Renault
Regent Primus, London Chantry"

Folding the letter once, he placed it in the Out tray on the desk, confident that one of the porters would ensure it reached its destination. His eyes were drawn to the unassuming buff folder on the corner of his desk, regarding it as if it might explode. The contents had been troubling reading. The posting had chewed up and spat out a frightening number of Regents in a very short span of time. Sheer incompetence, accusations of dark Thaumaturgy and worse, destruction by parties unknown... the Pyramid had handed Zeb a poisoned chalice indeed.

Tapping his steepled fingers against his lips, he leaned back in the leather swivel chair, the springs groaning slightly in protest. Was not one of the Tremere maxims Visita Interiora Terrae, Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem? This could be the crucible in which his Will was fired. And after all, while he awaited his replacement, there was no harm in taking advantage of the Chantry library.

He allowed himself a smile. This could turn out to be a very interesting assignment indeed.