Rex shrugs. "He's... Strong. Stronger than I am. Trained me in my father's stead so I know he's gotten a large repertoire of magical skills." He thinks for a moment. "Or he could have replicated my notes. He does that when he's bored. His skill is what keeps the Regent at bay. Each Sanctuary City has a Guardian. This one, led by Vampires has the previous Magister of Magical Affairs."

He leads the way through the halls. The Manor is a large sprawling structure, richly decorated and a lot of the paintings feature either; a mystical landscape of a magical creature or anomaly, the old Vampire Court as led by Magnus, Rex's father; or a photo of Magnus and Jivarn together, of which most of these are outside the pair of offices. Rex frowns at his father's picture but continues inside, searching for the letter in the small pile on his desk. The inside of the room looks like a warlock's workshop, with potions and poultices everywhere.

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The forms all consolidated into one, Zion's hood concealing his normal form's features other than the beard and he focused on her. "Interesting. Not even a familial name? Most of the Kin keep that, even in spite of halflings." He looked her over. "Were you orphaned?"