The Banu Haqim Vizier smiles gratefully at your kindness, and you have little doubt that he'll remember this favor in the future. "Gratitude," he says with a respectful nod. "I regret to say that I've forgotten your name."
"Agad the Imperishable," you reply simply before opening the large set of double doors to admit him. Corliss frowns as she looks up at you from a desk spilling with paperwork and reports. "Yes, childe? What do you—" She cuts off when she sees the Vizier. "Oh," she says with a disapproving sniff. "Do announce guests beforehand, Agad the Imperishable. This intrusion is unseemly."
You step aside as the Vizier practically marches into the office before dropping into an elaborate bow. "It's lovely to see you, Eden," he says as he stands up straight, flashing a nervous smile at the Seneschal. You can tell he's attempting to be charming, and it's obvious that Corliss is having none of it.
"Welcome to my office, Kashif Salik," she says bluntly. All business. "You've caught me at an inopportune time, so I must request we skip the formalities and cut to the chase. What can I do for you?"
"Apologies," Kashif mutters as his eyes sweep the room, looking for a chair. There is none. "To the point, then," he says with a flash of mild irritation. "Last night my servant handed me a sealed letter which he claimed had been given to him by a rather unusual courier. Furtive fellow. Eyes like a ferret." The Vizier procures a neatly folded paper from one of his robe's voluminous pockets and clutches it at his side. "The letter claimed to be from an anonymous Tremere outside of the city, and it went into great detail about how they intended to torture and eventually end me. In most cases, this wouldn't have been entirely unusual given the enmity between the Tremere and Banu Haqim, but I have been placed under Prince Arundel's protection."
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