Of Those Who Serve

Those you choose to bless with the Potence of Caine, may come to live within your house, to protect you, let no one Embrace these guardians, let them be given blood at the appropriate time:

let their Strength be your Strength,
Strength that does not abate with the sun.
let their Eyes be your Eyes,
Eyes that can see in the day.
Let their Ears be your Ears,
Ears that can hear while you slumber.

Let those who serve be named greatest of the Children of Seth, and most privileged.
Let them enjoy the fine cloth of the Kindred,
Let them enjoy the gentle music of the Kindred,
Let them know the sweetness of our wine.

Let us protect them from those who would hinder and hurt them,
and let us all rise up in outrage should one of those-who-serve be slain by another Kindred,
for no Kindred has the right to kill another’s Servant without provocation.

— Caine, The Wanderer