By Tim Layne (7 May 1996)
Jethro: "So, you are Tremere?"
Lucas: "Certainly not!"
"You use magic, right?"
"Yes, my clan practices Thaumaturgy
"I only know of..."
"The Tremere, yes, I know, I am not Tremere."
"Then what manner of vampire are you?!!"
"I am a Child of Andrelle. We fight to expose the evils of the Tremere, and to destroy them."
"Not exactly a noble cause."
"No cause is noble; this one is simply revenge."
"For who."
"For every living soul who dares to live free, but cannot, due to the manipulations of the Tremere."
"Strong convictions."
"Not really, just strong hatred."
"Frenzy often?"
"I try not to, why?"
"Well, when we Gangrel frenzy, we gain the features of the Beast, that is why we try to stay as calm and peaceful as possible. You Children, on the other hand, get more along the mind set of the Beast when you near the Tremere. That is by far the worse of the two."
"You speak riddles."
"I speak wisdom. I truly feel sorry for your clan, soon, if things progress the way I forsee, you will know madness enough to make Malkavians jealous." "Perhaps, but we must all have something to cling to, even madness." "Maybe so, but remember my words, beware the mind of the beast!"
Earth Meld for one, and Jethro is gone.
Brujah: Great help when you wanna kill Tremere.
Daughters of Cacophony: I'm glad I don't need glasses anymore.
Followers of Set: Almost as evil as the Tremere, almost. You know the drill.
Gangrel: Proud and noble kindred. Best of luck to you all.
Giovanni: I don't like the blood relation thing, but they leave us alone.
Malkavian: Settle down Beavis!
Nosferatu: All things are balanced. They're ugly, so they can kick your ass.
Ravnos: Thanks for the Chimerstry!
Salubri: The Tremere hate em, huh? Well then, we love em!
Samedi: A trove of knowledge concerning death. Take accurate notes.
Toreador: Call me strange, but art and magic are very similar...
Tremere: Kill the bastards on sight!
Ventrue: A little too dominating, and a little too chummy with the Tremere.
Inconnu: Nice enough people. They distrust the Tremere.
Sabbat: Meanies one and all!