[Gonna assume this takes place before the Croydon territory claim for the sake of Sylvia's sanity...]
Yes, it was... interesting that the Hillingdon Clan finally decided to nominate a candidate to become a Guardian. Sylvia isn't sure whether this particular individual decided to nominate himself without consulting anyone else (the Clan isn't exactly known for its unity) or whether the faction has its own ulterior motives. Either way, she's interested. This could be an opportunity to finally get some decent intel into a faction that has all too often proved rather elusive.
So she summons him to her office in Westminster, for what she describes as an informal chat.
Informal, for Sylvia, means not sitting behind her desk. As he enters, Faolan will find the President seated on a nearby couch, legs crossed, and gesturing him over with a friendly smile.
"Faolan, welcome. Please sit down. Would you like some tea?"
There's a teapot covered by a floral tea cosy on the coffee table in front of her, as well as two teacups and saucers. Plus a little sugar bowl and a miniature jug of milk. It's all rather twee.
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Yes, it was... interesting that the Hillingdon Clan finally decided to nominate a candidate to become a Guardian. Sylvia isn't sure whether this particular individual decided to nominate himself without consulting anyone else (the Clan isn't exactly known for its unity) or whether the faction has its own ulterior motives. Either way, she's interested. This could be an opportunity to finally get some decent intel into a faction that has all too often proved rather elusive.
So she summons him to her office in Westminster, for what she describes as an informal chat.
Informal, for Sylvia, means not sitting behind her desk. As he enters, Faolan will find the President seated on a nearby couch, legs crossed, and gesturing him over with a friendly smile.
"Faolan, welcome. Please sit down. Would you like some tea?"
There's a teapot covered by a floral tea cosy on the coffee table in front of her, as well as two teacups and saucers. Plus a little sugar bowl and a miniature jug of milk. It's all rather twee.