As the large number of kindred began to filter into the temple, Jayant took a step back, observing each in turn, smiling when noticed and allowing those of far more social niceties to do what they must.
"Good evening, Satyr, I hope you are well," Jayant replies to Sean as he arrived.
As Prince Clarke arrived with Harpy Naetesh and Hound Twist, Jayant bowed in respect and gave the Ventrue a polite nod in return before taking up the shadows once more.
And then, he felt his skin chill, a strange feeling indeed. His head turned almost questionally.
Could it possibly be?
There, in the flesh was the beautiful Shadow, Oracle of the Ordo Dracul, whatever that might be. He could help but break into a grin. Honestly, he thought her Lost after the attack. Approaching her as she spoke with Hierophant Circe, Jayant patiently waited for a break in their conversation before speaking, his tone one of relief and honest surprise.
"Oracle Shadow, what an absolute pleasure to see you once more. I feared we had lost you."