>>5820482You spot Ilias from across the room. You take another cup of vitae from a passing servant, taking your time with this one. As you close in, the elder Tzimisce gives you a stern look before glancing in Gavrail’s direction. Right. He wanted to speak after the equinox festivities. The thought of connecting with another Tzimisce, let alone your grand sire, got the better of you. You slow your walk, stopping by a pillar with the Brujah banner adorning it. You scan about the throng, trying to find the Prince next, when a figure comes up to you.
A woman in a hauberk and pants walks up to you. She is rugged and aged, Embraced in her middle years by your reckoning. You couldn’t conceal your surprise to see how armed to the teeth she was. The hilts of sheathed blades flanked her head, and she had another pair of swords on her hips. Standing in front of you, she looked you up and down.
“I am Sheriff Constancia, and I’ve never seen you before.”
“That makes two of us. I am Kalina—“
“Of Damascus, yes yes.” She cuts you, shaking your head. “It’s my job knowing all the Cainites in the city. I knew Gavrail had a childe, yet he never deigned to introduce me. I want to know… What are your plans in Athens?” Constancia narrowed her eyes. “Do you even have a haven?”
>How do you answer her?>Write-in 