Talk:Rehabilitate a dynasty in disrepute/@comment-104.39.77.190-20150413143824

"Egad! I believe we're related!"

The Prim Baronet's ancestors were dark horses and black sheep who drank, slandered, scammed and prostituted their family's prospects away. All that's left is a gloomy, groaning marsh-mansion, a handful of loyal but doddering servants, and an attic clogged with grand keepsakes. The Baronet himself, though, is guilty of nothing worse than a certain gloomy fastidiousness. You set to work.

For the first time in years, shining black carriages bounce up the path to the Baronet's mansion. The mushrooms in the borders are freshly planted. Their lichen has been artfully draped from the black trees. A servant discourages the marsh-wolves with a blunderbuss.

Inside, the chambers have been aired and dusted, the servants scrubbed and polished. The table is as long as a Clay Man's patience, and pronged with ancient silverware. On the wall behind his seat the Baronet's heraldry bursts with beasts, colours and sub-crests. His guests take note, and his antique manners charm them. They talk as though you've dug him out of an archaeological excavation along with a wealth of exciting potsherds and a bit of rusty metal that might be a comb, or might be a bridle, or maybe a brooch, but is definitely very important.

A Duke's favoured daughter raises a toast to you, "for re-acquainting long-lost friends!"

You are closest to Society.

Connected: Society is increasing...

You've lost 5 x Favours in High Places.