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Vincent was waiting for the young assassin when she finally arrived at the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. Inside everyone was dwadling about their affairs. Some of the brother hood members nodded poitley to the girl. Others simply ignored her. When she saw vincent standing in the middle of the common room holding a contract, she knew she wouldn't be resting here for long.

"Ah. Azrael's prodical daughter has returned." Vincent said sarcastically, not bothering to look up from the piece of paper. The Vampire had a way of knowing where people were at all times.

Poet stood infront of him, crossing her arms around her lithe waist. She was tired from days travel. Anvil to Cheydinhal in 2 days was rough. She did not reply to Vincent, letting the barb at her go.

"You have been requested for this contract. By Lucien himself. Oh killer of killers.." Vincent smirked, his fangs baref briefly. "You will go to Chorral. There will be a dead drop, with more details."

And with that, Vincent dismissed the girl with a wave of his hand. There were more pressing matters to attend to.