(Tells): Trager tells you, "Greetings, Neron."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "Tidings, Primus."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "Well, Neoma seems quite thrilled with you."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "I am aware of what -my- actions have
harvested. But in truth, I would rather stand separated than be reminded by what I am not."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "That is fair. What is 'Evinco'?"

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "It is the first name I carried, when I
was gifted in blood within the year ninety-nine."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "May I speak bluntly?"

(Tells): Trager tells you, "I can perhaps understand the nostalgia it may bring back to you."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "You may."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "My mistake, was choosing Bouchard as my
way within the Dominion. While I learned what they were, and were not it would seem differences of
opinions were formed. I find solace in their despair that has ensued. Their words matter not to my
worth, remembrance of tradition, or what they claim to be. They have no purpose, no desire to move
forward. They are the embodiment of stagnation."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "I will face the hunt if I must, for my
actions but I will not be chastised by them claiming to be better than. I proved their worth and
less than useless objectivity very quickly."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "And that is perfectly well and good should that be your opinion of them,
for it is your opinion, and no one can make that for you."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "So much so, within recent debates the
Dark Mother Herself, summoned myself and Her Imperial Grace Estheld from the dulling arguments they
could no longer understand."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "I doubt you will be Hunted. Though, if I may be blunt as well? My main
concern at this time is not what House you did not fit in - there are four more you are encouraged
to investigate - but the Surname you currently wear. In essence, you are breaking one of my laws."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "You wish for me to remove such, and
rename nameless until the time is chosen?"

(Tells): Trager tells you, "I do."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "Of those remaining, which House do you
find most suitable for one such as myself?"

(Tells): Trager tells you, "A good question. In D'baen you may find a good fit. Nebre'seir is fairly
populated, but still very quiet."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "D'baen was my name, for centuries. It
wasn't until Alyssn and the present wayward Emperor tainted it."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "I remained without proper lineage,
because there was only one place I truly considered home. One bloodline that mattered."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "I can understand the hesitancy you may have, but you have to realize:
there will be precious little that is the same as those traditional days, long past. You will have
to adapt, and move forward, Neron."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "Else always be that one clinging to days of old, never moving forward,
always stagnant and clinging."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "The odd part is, I have adapted. I have
changed. My only wish was to find the House that respected what it meant to be Consanguine, not
thrash those whom control the bloodline behind their back. I rebelled as I did, in shame not anger.
You mistaken my calling for tradations of old as a strong sense of pride and self worth for the
Blood itself."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "I understand, Neron."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "But that pride, that traditionalism, is and can be seen as a threat. No
dancing around the topic."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "I will remove my surname out of respect
for you and your counsel, but I do not accept that to adapt we treat everyone of those around us as
family. We are Consanguine, a bloodline of vampires. Not mortals. We are FAR from such."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "My traditionalism is a threat? Or just to
those who wish to forget what we truly are?"

(Tells): Trager tells you, "We adapt to the situation at hand, to gain power where we can, to enact
the changes we wish. You can not expect to join a House and see those traditional feelings you carry
reciprocated immediately. You have to be smarter than, for lack of a better word, your opposition."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "Yes, in all actuality."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "In truth, I question if that is
flattering or an insult."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "Take it as you will. Though, if I were bent on insulting you, you would
know it without a doubt, old friend."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "If others are afraid of my traditionalism,
they can learn and be reminded of what we once were. If by teaching others to be respected with
minimal effort, or prove to be predators rather than prey the yes, I am a threat. I am a threat to
the sheep who forget we are that of wolves."

(Tells): Trager tells you, "Well said, Neron."

(Tells): In a deep, gravelly voice, you impart to Trager, "In such, I did outsmart my opposition.
They cast me aside because of what they feared, they knew I could not be bested. And knew I could
not be changed to their mortal vices. So thank you, for reminding me of what I truly am. I do not
seek conflict, but I will not bend knee and cower when the very edicts we were created upon have
been riddled with tainted specks such as them. I have removed my surname at your request, and I have
been in contact with both those of D'baen and Ve'kahi."