The cold had teeth in Moscow this time of year. Sharp, gnashing things that chewed through fur and pride alike. Zixin cursed it every time it kissed his face, but today… Today it suited him. The streets below were frozen in place, movements cautious and slow, as if the whole city waited to see what would come next.

From the glass-walled penthouse of the Radiance Hotel, the skyline glittered like a constellation trapped beneath ice. Below, the boulevards of Moscow’s wealthiest district stretched clean and quiet, gleaming with salt and privilege. Up here, forty-one floors above consequence, the city felt almost tame.

Zixin adjusted the cuffs of his ink-black coat. The wool was a whisper of luxury against the charcoal collar beneath. No gold. No ornament. He didn’t need symbols. He was the symbol.

The suite had been stripped of Adrian Kane’s usual decadence. In its place: austerity. A long table of black-stained walnut bisected the room, framed by the icy glow of the windows and the low, ambient hush of a city kept far away. No waiters. No music. No distractions. Even the hotel staff had been cycled off the floor for the evening, replaced by trusted faces whose tongues were already bought.

This was not a party. This was not a negotiation. This was a claim.

A gentleman’s understanding had gone out through the channels: neutrality. No weapons. No retaliation. No blood on Radiance floors. Not tonight. Adrian’s hotel was considered neutral ground now, and no one had reason to test the boundaries yet. Still, eyes would watch from the corners, security swept and reswept. Adrian promised he would ensured it.

There would be seats at the table for the players: the Yakuza captain, likely first to arrive. Punctuality was as much ritual as reputation. The Russians would likely arrive fashionably late - though it remained to be seen whether the Stoyas, Petrovich's, or Vasilev's would arrive first. Adrian, of course, was already here. Always watching. He was both host and observer, in the way predators sometimes pretended to be idle.

Ryker would come when it amused him.

And then there was Ozymandias and Alistair. Wild cards in every way, especially allure. Zixin didn’t need their endorsement, but their presence would serve as a quiet reminder of the game already in motion.

Beyond the table, Adrian had arranged standing space around the edges of the room. A gallery for lieutenants, enforcers, middle-men. Those too important to be absent, but not important enough to speak. Besides, each party was unlikely to arrive unaccompanied. They would hover like shadows, eyes fixed on the table, ears hungry.

Zixin didn’t pace. He didn’t fidget. There was no need. The room already answered to him. And the city. If it didn’t yet, it would.

This wasn’t about violence. This was about inevitability. When they arrived, he would already be seated at the head of the table.

It felt odd to be going to the burlesque club. It wasn’t really Emily’s scene. Elyse worked here, but Emily never really thought she’d go to one. In this instance she wasn’t going to see a performance though. She was sort of curious now though. Maybe she’d show up sometime. If she ever got the courage to go. 

She set up a time with Nox so he could inform people to be there and Liv would have a chance to get off work to do learn. This was a big deal and possibly would open many doors. She sighed as she drove there, Jared in the passenger seat. 

”You ever go to these types of clubs?” she asked him. 

Jared chuckled. ”That feels like a loaded question,” he gave her a disarming smirk. ”Burlesque, no, but I’ve been to my share of gentlemen’s clubs”

Emily smirked back. ”I see. I’ve never been to anything like it. I know - it’s not like it’s a show or anything.”

”They’re people just like anyone else. No need to be nervous.”

She nodded. ”More worried about feeling out of place.”

”Just be yourself and you’ll be fine.”

Emily nodded and arrived at the location. She went to the door that Nox had told her to go to, and pressed the buzzer. A security guy came to the door and Emily introduced herself. She was expected so they were taken to a lounge area. There they found some others already waiting. 

”Hi, I’m Emily and this is Jared,” she introduced themselves and took a seat. ”Here to teach people how to link and to try some things.”

Hey all! Since linking has now been discovered, I thought it would be a good idea for use to have a thread where we could find all the linking rules.  I did a lot of research to make it as accurate to the source material as I could, and I thought I'd save you guys the headache of finding all of this later.  I felt this was the right section to put this thread in - if I didn't - mods feel free to move it

If you know anything that I forgot, please comment!

All these rules are from the Wheel of Time Companion:

1. Combined flow is not as great as the sum total of the individual flows - but it is more precise and has a far greater effect than the individual flows can
2. One person leads the circle.
3. Men cannot link their abilities without the presences of a woman or women in the circle
4. Up to thirteen women can form a circle without the presence of a man. Adding a man can extend this number by another thirteen up to the limit of six men and sixty six women (a total of seventy two).
5. There must be at least one more woman than men in a circle with the following exceptions.

• One man and one woman
  
• Two men and one woman
  
• Two men and two women
  

• Man has to control a link of 72 people
  
• Man has to control the link in mixed circles of fewer than thirteen
  

Anna had spent a couple of nights at her own place.  Not that she didn't like Nox's place or being with Elyse.  There was just a feeling of being home that she liked.  Everyone liked that feeling she thought.  Home. Elyse also seemed to be doing well, and she seemed to be hitting things off with Rachel Shale even if Rachel didn't seem to be doing well. Poor girl.

Anna had just finished cleaning when she got a text from Cade.

Hey! Was wondering if you had time to help me look for an apartment? Got a few options but want some company. I hate looking by myself.

Anna smiled at that. She was glad he was staying and not just because she was crushing on him bad. It seemed like he needed a new start, and moving to Moscow would be good for that. An apartment meant he had decided to stay. She thought Nox had offered him a job. Maybe he had accepted.

Sure thing! Let me know when and where and I'll be there! She responded.

Anna was still in her pajamas so she got dressed and waited for a response from Cade.  When she got a place to go, she left, grabbed a cab and headed out.

Emily shut the door to Rachel's bedroom. It had been a hell of a day for all of them. She had received Elyse's text and she wasn't surprised.  It confirmed what she had been thinking. Emily knew what she had to do now. They just had to keep her going for a bit. Hopefully her plan would work.  If it didn't, Emily would be at a loss for what to do next. 

Emily went to her room and changed into her exercise clothes before going to their gym.  She found Jared there, working through some martial arts movements slowly. He did that when he needed to calm down.  Jared was good at hiding his emotions when he needed to, but he was also good at channeling them into something to relax them.

Emily needed something more physical.  She went to the punching bag.  Jared responded by moving, gripping the bag from the other side as she attacked it. There was nothing tactical about what she did. She just hit the bag - hard and repeatedly.  It wasn't enough. She stopped as she began to sob and fell to the ground.  The day had been too much.  Way too much.  Jared was there in a moment, holding her tight and she sobbed into his shoulder. Neither one spoke. Both of them knew that no words were necessary yet.  The only thing she needed was to cry.

Emily finished and released Jared, wiping the tears from her eyes. "What happened at work?" Jared asked, going right to the heart of it.  He knew what had happened with Rachel, but he knew it had to have been more than that to cause this reaction.

"Someone informed Moscow Police that there was a bomb threat at the building. We got everyone out okay, and they found nothing, but they have no certain date for when it will happen.  They don't even know if it's true, but it's credible. They told me they couldn't tell me much more yet, but they're investigating. Staff is working from home as much as possible, and security is going to be increased at the building until we know what's going on. They say they'll keep me informed as much as possible. At least they're taking it seriously."

Jared nodded, and kept silent as she embraced him again. "I'm going to move on with Rachel's treatment...later tonight - I need to not think about these things for awhile." she said breaking the silence.

"I have a distraction. An experiment I want to try," Jared responded, pulling away and wiping tears from her eyes.

She chuckled and gave a wry grin. "Not until after the baby."

Jared chuckled. "Not that kind of experiment.

She laughed. It felt good to laugh. "Alright - what do you have in mind?"

Walking in to Manifesto on a cold winter's night was an exercise in contrast. The darkness of the outside changed to vibrant colors; the frigid winter air changed to the warmth of heat and bodies pressed together. The biggest change for Elend, however, was the change in sound. Outside the building was quiet. People waiting for their cabs or those just passing by had quiet conversations, while the slight sound of booming bass from the inside tried to permeate the building's walls. The conversations disappeared upon entering the club. The volume increased as you approached the club proper, and upon entering the main area with the dance floor, the music was deafening. It was a place in which Elend felt at home.

Elend worked his way through the crowd. He had just arrived, and although he had arrived alone, he was hoping to not leave that way tonight. Still there was a time for that. Right now, he was in the mood for a drink. Crossing the dance floor took some time.  It was a busy night and dancing was almost standing room only. It took time to make his way to the vodka bar.  Elend was recognized. He was a fairly regular customer here.  He got his drink and moved to the side.

Elend's face turned to the crowd and he began to look. In one hand he held his glass, bringing it to his lips to take a slow drag off of the liquid. Elend, well dressed in a fine suit, ran his free hand through his hair as leaned against the wall.  Although his gaze moved through the crowd, his mind began to wander, thinking about his research.  The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life had to be out there somewhere, but his research had revealed little. Elend was certain the Ascendancy knew something. His ageless face at the very least meant something. Maybe his cult of worshippers did as well. 

Elend blinked the thoughts away.  That's not why he was here.  He had been searching too much, and his mind was no longer clear.  What he needed was a distraction - a way to clear his head.  He'd find someone here, he was sure of it. His gaze went back to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces - or those who would just be in the mood for some mingling. 

Elend's eyes would linger at times at the DJ's podium, where it was likely Ozy was stationed.  The man was the face of the club, and a beautiful face it was. Here, the man was a god, worshiped not for his ability to use the power (as far as Elend knew he couldn't), but for his skills as a DJ. Devotion to him was certainly merited.  The thought brought Elend back to thoughts of immortality. A man like that - well - agelessness would be a good fit for him. There were rumors that Ozy was actually going to be leaving Manifesto - that he had found something else. That was certainly interesting gossip. It made Elend wonder if the crowd size here would decrease in his absence. 

Elend took another pull off his drink and sighed contentedly. It was a good night to be out. It was a good night to clear his head. Tonight, he'd find his good time. Tomorrow, he'd be back to the grind. Several options were available to him. He could continue his research. That could take him to the Sanctuary of the Ascendant Flame.  Regardless of if it would help, Elend was curious to meet this "Luminar." Forming a cult required a particular personality. He could do work for Arc too.  Cadence Mathis was recording in one of his studios. He also heard Ezvin was working with her. Ezvin was talented, and Elend really wished he could get Ezvin to join his staff full time. The man seemed to like the freelancing life though. It would probably be a good idea to make an appearance with Cadence for professional reasons. Elend chuckled.  Once again, his mind was roaming.  Tonight was about clarity.

Ozymandias Kassim, DJ, nightlife icon, digital-era hedonist

Age: 24
Origin: Singapore
Occupation: DJ
Past lives: Narcissus, Don Juan
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ozymandias Kassim, better known to fans as Ozy, comes from Singapore’s upper-class. The Kassim family was old money, polished, and respected, but never quite dominant in the hierarchy of the city’s elite. That didn’t matter. Ozy didn’t just inherit status, he claimed it for himself.

He was a force from the start. Mischievous, magnetic, impossible to discipline. But he learned early how to avoid warnings and discipline by leaning into his greatest strengths. By fifteen, he had his first viral clip. By sixteen, his own cult following. With a face like an angel and an instinct for how to hold an audience in thrall, Ozy craved attention, and easily found it.

Naturally, he ended up dating the city’s most desirable prize: Jia Xin Kao, the immaculate daughter of the most powerful family in Singapore. She was disciplined elegance, practically royalty, and perfectly polished like glass, but Ozy was the wildfire that might have cracked her. They were a media fantasy for eight breathless months: yacht photos, movie cameos, co-branded merchandise drops. And then, just as quickly, it ended.

The Kao family never publicly commented, but rumors swirled. Some said they disapproved of Ozy’s online persona. Others claimed he slept with one of Jia Xin’s cousins. Whatever the truth, Jia Xin wasn’t seen with him again, and Ozy moved on. Visibly. After Jia Xin, he was never again seen with the same person twice in a row.

At eighteen, Ozy immersed himself into music. Not only for its art, but for the command he found he could exert with it. He taught himself the language of sound, of control, of setting moods and snapping minds in half with nothing more than a change of beat. By twenty, he was already headlining underground parties in Tokyo, Seoul, and Berlin. At twenty-three, he moved to Moscow, where the myth of Ozymandias solidified.

Now, he is the face of Manifesto. There, Ozy stands above the crowd like a modern idol, watched by all and watching all. Rumor says that he is being recruited for something even bigger. It remains to be seen what he will do or where he will go next. Ozy never seems to stay in one place for long.

Personality

He doesn’t think of himself as arrogant. He simply believes he is more interesting, more deserving, and more important than the people around him. He assumes others are drawn to him because they recognize his value. And if they don’t, he quickly loses interest.

He relies on attention and admiration to maintain his self-worth. If people stop talking about him, he’ll make sure to give them something to talk about. He doesn’t like being questioned or criticized, and when he is, he either dismisses it completely or turns cold and cutting. He never admits fault. If a friendship or relationship ends badly, he tells himself it’s because the other person wanted too much, or because they never really understood him.

He’s charming. Very much so. He knows how to make people feel special, seen, and wanted. But it’s calculated. He knows what to say to get what he wants, and once he gets it, the connection fades. He doesn’t form real emotional bonds, and when someone tries to form one with him, he sees it as pressure or weakness.

Empathy is not his strong suit. He can mimic it well enough, especially in public or in bed, but in private he struggles to care about other people’s problems unless they directly affect him. He prefers to stay in control of his surroundings, his image, and his narrative. Anything he can’t control, he avoids.

Appearance

Ozy’s beauty isn’t soft. It’s arresting. His facial structure is sharp but symmetrical: high cheekbones, a straight nose, a strong jaw softened just enough by full lips.

His eyes are his most talked about feature. Pale, glacial blue with dark rims, intense without trying to be. People often describe them as either uncomfortably direct or completely vacant. His hair is tousled and artfully disheveled: deep brown with natural sun-caught glints. He wears it cropped at the sides, slightly longer up top, styled with the kind of effortlessness that costs thousands to maintain. His skin is golden-olive, smooth and luminescent under club lights, untouched by excess but somehow soaked in indulgence.

He wears eyeliner sometimes. Not for drama, but because it works. On Ozy, everything does. People stare when he enters a room. Some hate him for it. Most just can’t look away. He often wears earrings or layered necklaces: subtle, expensive, and always coordinated.

He stands just under six feet tall but often seems taller, thanks to the way he holds himself: chest forward, chin slightly raised, shoulders relaxed but alert. His body is toned but not bulky. His definition comes from maintenance, not discipline. No signs of overtraining or vanity workouts. He’s the kind of fit that looks effortless, like he was born knowing how to wear clothes well.

Associates



Ezvin Marveet - lover
Saelia Marveet - lover
Jaxen Marveet - ally
Jia Xin Kao - lover
Zixin Kao - ally
Gideon Marquis - lover
Guillaume de Volthström - lover
Elend Braitwaithe - lover

Character Age: 30


Origin: London, England


Occupation: VP of Music Production, Arc Entertainment, Moscow Branch - relatively easy gig for him as he spends a majority of his time delegating to his subordinates. 


Psychological Description: Intelligent, cunning, charismatic, and patient, Elend plays the long game.  He hides his dark nature behind a veneer of good nature. Besides being driven by personal gain, Elend is also driven by envy, vanity, and greed. He is perfectly willing to use cat’s paws and scapegoats to meet his goals.  He enjoys social gatherings even if he’s not trying to manipulate anyone.


Goals: Seeking eternal youth - specifically interested in The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life


Physical Description: A tall, thin man, with red hair and green eyes. He sports a well-trimmed  beard.


Supernatural Powers: Channeler


Current Strength: 10


Potential Strength: 40


Experience Level: New


Block: Must be in physical contact with whatever he is trying to manipulate with the power - ie. if he wants to set something on fire, he has to touch it first.


Reborn God: Lucifer


Biography:


Elend, to all appearances, is a well dressed, well mannered, and aristocratic gentleman. Growing up, he attended one of the finest private schools in London and later attended Oxford, graduating with high honors with an MBA.  Despite his outward appearance, Elend has a darkness within him that he cannot resist.  He is well aware of this, and doesn’t back away from it, instead he embraces it, showing himself as a more altruistic individual because it fits his long term plans.


As a child, Elend wanted for nothing.  His father, Jonas Braitwaithe, owns Arc Entertainment, an entertainment conglomerate with subsidiaries such as movie studios, video game developers, and music studios, so he grew up in a wealthy household, still, Elend always thought he deserved more. What he had was never enough for him. Taking things from others, however, had a less than desirable effect. He soon learned that in order to get more, he had to be more subtle. Thus he began to form his persona, a well-behaved young gentleman.  He was naturally charming and most authority figures began to see him as an honest boy. So when things disappeared, it was someone else - and he was believed. 


As he grew he continued crafting his outward persona, knowing that it hid something within. Patience became important to him because playing the long game yielded larger prizes. 


Di Inferi


Elend was thirteen when he discovered a strange amulet of an hourglass with the words “Momento Mori” stamped on it. Curious, Elend asked his father about it. His father then told him of the Di Inferi. The Braitwaithe family had long been a member of this organization, dedicated to the search for the key to immortality.


These stories only fueled Elend’s desires. This was what he had longed for and why things had never been enough. He deserved what the gods of old had - eternal youth. Elend began to study these stories, finally finding the purpose he had been searching for.  Two stories intrigued him the most - the Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life. His research began.


High School and College


As an adolescent and young adult, Elend was a model student. He showed up for class and spent a significant amount of time in the library. The petty thefts of his childhood no longer interested him. Instead, he sought out relationships with people deemed powerful people.  This wasn’t always the popular ones, although he maintained a position in that particular clique. He was mostly interested in the influencers to gain the ears of others, and the easily manipulated to use as scapegoats for his schemes.


In his late high school and early college days, Elend attended multiple parties, often arranging them through his contacts. Entertainment and refreshments were provided, often in the forms of drugs and alcohol. Elend was never the host, and nothing would point to his involvement in planning the events. As far as anyone else was concerned, Elend’s involvement was only as an attendee of these soirees. Elend didn’t partake much in the drugs or alcohol, preferring to keep a clear head, but wasn’t beyond taking advantage of those who did. The parties themselves, although they were enjoyable for Elend, were not the point. He knew that he was using them to hone his skills of manipulation.


After graduating high school, Elend took a year off from schooling, taking the time to learn the ins and outs of his father’s business and traveling. Still his mind wandered back to his goal often, and he utilized opportunities to research the Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life. He went to the Amazon, Florida, and the Middle East searching for more on the myths, but all he found was more stories.


After a year of travel, Elend attended Oxford, where he earned a Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration and later his MBA. A skilled guitarist and singer, Elend was given the position of Vice President of Music Production for the Moscow Branch of Arc. He moved to Moscow to begin his career at age 26.


Channelling


Elend had no shortage of romantic partners, both male and female. Most of these meant nothing to him - they were simply tools to be used for his enjoyment or other schemes. That changed when Elend was 25 and met Lyra.  Lyra was beautiful and intelligent, and was able to grab Elend’s heart in a way no other had been able to.  Elend soon found himself in a relationship with her and wanting to have that relationship.


Their closeness would be the downfall of their relationship.  As she got to know him better, Lyra began to see his subtle manipulations of those around them.  She listened as he whispered ideas to those around him and how he casually covered his tracks every time. She began to fear him, but eventually worked up the courage to confront him.


Elend hadn’t been confronted in such a way since he had been a child. He turned to her as she told him their relationship was over. He had never been rejected and had never been dismissed.  Greed took over as he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.  He felt a sense of fury in his gut as he said “You will not leave me.”


Elend had been surprised by Lyra’s reaction.  He had expected fear or anger, but all he saw in her eyes as she whispered “Okay” was acceptance - obedience. They slept together that night, but when she woke up, before Elend, the spell over her had dissipated and she left.


A week later, Elend was racked by excruciating headaches and nausea - his first bout with the channeling sickness. As time progressed he would realize that he could make others do what he wanted in a different way than his typical manipulations. They were subtle, but a push with a thought could push them to do little things that he wanted, but only when he touched them, and each time it was accompanied by the fury inside of him.  Each instance was followed by sickness, increasing in intensity. He had realized, however, that there was a power within him that was awakening.


Elend used his power for the first time knowingly at age 28 when he was reunited with Lyra. She had also moved to Moscow.  Things were tense between the two individuals.  Lyra had not forgotten, but Elend had noticed the ring on her left hand. Jealousy took over. He took her hand, telling her he just wanted to apologize, but seized his power and sent the thought to her. “Kill them.” That night, Lyra killed her fiance and then took her own life. Elend, although he doesn’t regret his actions, sees this as a mistake - a time when he let his emotions take over and lost control. It’s a mistake he doesn’t want to make again.


As he reached 30, Elend learned that channelers like him existed.  He watched as the Ascendancy announce to the world these powers and saw a cult to worship him. Elend saw opportunity there. He barely understood his own powers, and this cult could assist him in learning how to control it completely. It might also offer an opportunity for Elend to get closer to the Ascendancy. He had noticed that the man didn’t seem to be aging.


Relationships/Acquaintances


Cadence Mathis - the two have never met, but her current “Embrace You” album is being recorded in one of his studios. 


Ezvin Marveet - Ezvin has produced several records for Arc, so at times, Elend was his employer.


Ozymandias Kassim - They met at a party in Berlin and later in Moscow. They slept together after both parties


Adrian Kane - They attended the same school growing up. They currently maintain a professional relationship in Moscow


Skills


Skilled musician - primarily guitar and vocals


Deceit - he’s spent a lifetime crafting his outward persona - very few know his true nature and personal goals


Negotiator - skilled at making business deals


Channeling Talent - compulsion - skilled with it, but prefers to use his charm to get people to his side - a willing thrall is more reliable than a forced one. He has an affinity for fire and spirit.


Other Interests


Traveling - it’s a hobby of his, but he also uses it for his Di Inferi research


The Ascendancy - The Ascendany’s lack of aging has intrigued Elend, leaving him to wonder if the Ascendancy knows the information he is looking for.


The Brotherhood of Ascendant Flame - Elend’s mostly interested in their library and sees this as a potential way to continue his research. He also has interest in learning more about channeling from them.

**A note on the soul of Lucifer - In past lives, Lucifer has been a good man, who through pride and envy has turned to the darkness. In this life, Lucifer's soul remembers his punishment from his fall, and this cycle has not been reset. See Wiki for more

Marta had met Matias a couple of days ago, but she found she had trouble getting him out of her mind. It wasn’t attraction or anything, but the encounter had inspired hope in her that she was doing the right thing. That fighting the cartels was possible. She had left him with a couple of hints, and she smiled to herself as she wondered if he had figured any of it out.

Ricky had texted her and Elyse - he was gone for the night, so she was in Elyse’s room. It wasn’t a school night, so Marta had no qualms with staying up late. It also meant Elyse was working. He had the room to herself for awhile. Marta was still trying to figure out coding. She knew that writing code was the key to breaking Wicked’s file encryption. She just was having trouble putting the pieces together. She wasn’t so much book smart, so it was taking longer than she had expected. She’d get there eventually, but tonight she needed a break. 

Marta actually had quite a bit of money. She didn’t spend much, and had saved most of her allowances. She spent some time shopping for Christmas gifts. For most of the kids she got some nice treats to enjoy. She got something a little more special for Sterling, Nox, and Hayden. She’d already got gifts for Elyse and Ricky. Then the thought came that she should get something for Wicked. She put something in her cart and ordered it. She could get it to Sage somehow she believed. Sky would probably help, but she wanted to try to keep Sage from figuring out what it was. It was impossible to hide it from him - but she was hoping it was unimportant enough that he wouldn’t notice it. 

Then she opened her laptop to Sage’s app that gave her access to his collected information. She barely used it, and when she did, she was careful. She didn’t want to break Sage’s rules or abuse his friendship. But she had research to do. 

She searched for “Matias Amengual” in the search bar. She wasn’t searching for anything specific here, but he had spoken of his connection to the cartel - vaguely. She confirmed what she thought she knew. He wasn’t affiliated with them anymore. So yes - a potential ally. She then searched “El Tiburon” Matias had mentioned the cartel leader had died like no man thought they would - alone and cornered. 

Marta didn’t want to see the man’s demise, but she wanted to know what happened. She found camera images and recognized the place. He had hid with Nuevo León, as Matias had said. But there was a man’s face that she saw in the images. Not a customer and not a cartel member. She know the way those faces looked. This one was different. Marta zoomed in and searched to see if she could find a name to a face. It came up soon. 

Jay Carpenter. 

Marta found his file and began to skim. Was in the Legion Premiere - the name Jared Vanders was there too as a connection. They had fought together. Then another word - Dominion. He was a Dominion. A powerful man indeed. She would need to read his file and get the story. Maybe this Jay Carpenter was a potential ally.