Clan and covenant are important – often really important – but the rubber hits the road when you start talking about allegiance.
All of us around here owe allegiance to the Aventine Court; the consuls are the ultimate arbiters of what goes and what doesn’t. Nine times out of ten this is questions about feeding, about turf, about fighting and messes that go with these things. The whole thing is kinda like an inverted drug dealer’s network, right? Pushing our hooks out, pulling blood in. As long as the system works, we stick around to face another night.
Below that sovereign rule there’s, like, subcontractors. Landholding officials who the Court has farmed out power and responsibility over something to. Like the turf where I live, I rent from Cassidy, and he answers to Big Joe, who answers directly to the Court.