Conner Greyson, Deputy of the domain, enters the Lily. The woman at the door gave him an odd look; obviously he was not there normal clientele. And by clientele, I mean he’s poor. She gave him the once over, looking him up and down. It wasn’t till she got the wrist, noticed the watch, that she actually gave Conner a polite look. But that was to be expected until he could overcome his meager means. It did not bother Conner, it just once again showed that he was Average. The woman took Conner’s coat and he made his way in.
Conner ordered a glass of brandy and a cigar, completely unsure if the cigar was good or not. One of the Russian’s he worked for when he was still a breather loved cigars, swore by them, even had Conner kill a man so he could take over his cigar shop. But Conner sadly never picked up the habit or learned much about the man, besides the color of his money.
Conner made his way over to one of the booths and sat. Conner leaned back and watched around the room, keeping his eyes open for any kindred who may be new, or may be looking to cause trouble. Or even both…