Thread: Free Enterprise (Éamon ó Briain ONLY)

Éamon walks into the museum wearing his customary black suit, a blue shirt with white collar and cuffs, and white tie. As he reads the note with a puzzled look.

I wonder who this mysterious person is that only signs with their initials. Obviously they know who I am, perhaps I should entertain the individual and ascertain what he wants.

Éamon walks through the museum, eventually making his way to the impressionist era paintings where he quickly spots the new individual, he walks over and begins to examine one of the paintings.


"Would I be safe in assuming you are the one who requested my presence?"

The young-looking man stands, offering a hand to his Elder. "That would be me. Thought it might be smart to look up my Elder, and let him know I'm in town."

Éamon shakes the mans hand firmly, "It would appear that you have me at a disadvantage, for you know who I am but I know not who you are."

The young man shakes the offered hand. "I do apologize for that. I wasn't sure how forthcoming I should be on that board. My name is Brice Tomlinson, one of the younger members of our august family. A pleasure to meet you, sir."

Brice motions to a couple of chairs. "Do you have time to join me for a bit of conversation? I know you must be a busy man. I won't take much of your time."

Éamon takes a seat, "It would be my pleasure to join you for some conversation. I must say I have found tonight to be rather uneventful however not all nights are such."

Éamon straightens his tie. "so what is is that you wished to speak about Mr. Tomlinson?"

Brice will make sure his Elder is seated before taking a seat. He looks a bit nervous, but eventually finds his voice. "This likely won't be the best news you could hear, but I wanted you to hear it straight from me and no other: I am an Anarch." Though he was nervous before, this statement rings with pride. "But I want you to know that even though our political beliefs are not the same, I have respect for your work here. I am not looking to make enemies."

Éamon looks at Brice showing no change in expression, "Were you expecting to find an enemy? I will tell you that I have seen many things in the nights. However, I hold nothing against the anarachs as I walked during the nights of fire, I understand the cause and effect."

Brice is obviously relieved. "Well, to be honest, it's difficult to gauge what to expect. I find it far easier to treat others with the respect they have earned, though, instead of merely screaming against the 'man.' It's easier to hold civil conversations that way. Which is why I sought you out in the manner that I did."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white card, with neat handwriting in black ink. "I hope it's not too forward to expect that you might call upon me to assist the family, should you so desire?"