Director Shublin

I deal in substances and poisons, I am the suburbanite, the late night corruption of dreams.

"Come forth, Factor Blue Eyes, you have something?

"I have brought the proposal from the negotiations for your approval, Factor Shublin."

"How is Factor Byorn?"

"He has recovered, his lover was returned to him, and then magics were cast upon him to allow him to heal."

"Magics? Have you taken leave of your senses, his voting power must be suspended, until his actions are proven to be unaltered, and indeed, his own!"

"His acts were not his own while he was missing..."

"Irrelevant! Having an outsider, I presume, a CHOSEN, cast spells upon him? How dare you show your face to me, traitor! Mortals built the Guild, mortals keep it strong, Exalts would tear us down, feed us to the Tang-Zen or the Coin, and count it a bargain!"

"I believe you are upset, and so speak further than is wise..."

"Do not test me in this, until he can be examined by one of our sorcerers, and proven to be free of influence, he is not to show his face at council, or I will kill him myself!"

"Err, that is the problem, our most powerful sorcerer..."

"Yes?"

"Nyeah, the most powerful of our sorcerers, was killed, she is now... a rather fetching ghost, but her replacement is not named..."

"Is incompetence your entire vocabulary? Can you only speak of failure?"

"He only speaks of failure, when it is useful..." Spoke Director Norma Jean, entering. "You're letting your anger get in the way of opportunity again..."

"As is my privilege, Norma, I am the Director of Mortal Resources, after all..."