<div class="floatright">(http://arkytz.tripod.com/becca.jpg)</div><br/>At the road before Kensington Palace, a limousine drove up, the chauffeur getting out of the vehicle to open the door for its passenger.  Rebecca Stephenson slipped from the vehicle, dressed elegantly in a mahogany dress with matching heels and purse.  Her eyes flitted casually over the area, absorbing the masses of faces as she made her way inside.  Many she recognized, but some she did not, and it was they who caught her attention for the time being.<br/><br/>Introductions always went the same way: she introduced herself with name and clan, got a strong feel for the strengths and weaknesses of her new associate, and offered over a business card with her name and mobile phone number.  If the other person lacked a business card to offer in kind, as far too many non-Ventrue did, she simply saved the number into her smartphone.<br/><br/>The process was starting to get just a little arduous.  She didn't want to have to take notes, but with so many Kindred, she was starting to forget the occasional name, clan or talents.  Still, the entrance or exit from the society of Kindred was sufficiently rare that the vast list was manageable; she didn't have to often forget people who no longer existed, and truly new faces were uncommon when compared to the many years of unlife.