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Tiny Martha smiles, limping around Castor attentive to him in every detail. "Good evening to you, Mr Drake! I do hope you have come in peace! You are welcome if you have!"
The aroma of gunpowder has her at an understandly attentive posture and she is studying him for hidden explosives and weapons and any obvious evil intent.
Her inspection is careful and once complete, she nods to herself. Leaning on her cane, she smiles warmly to Castor.
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Castor returns the smile. "Yes Herald, I come in peace. As you may be able tell from the smell and my hands..." Castor holds up his gloves. "I am a Sanctified Nosferatu. Deacon Grigoriev suggested I speak with you. Getting to know one's superiors seemed wise to me." His voice is friendly, if a little shaky. Though its hard to detect over the drawl.
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Martha smiles and nods happily. "I am glad you come in peace, sir! We aim for peace and prosperity in this Domain!" she looks to where she last saw the Deacon, then back to Castor with a nod. "Ah! The Deacon! He is a most impressive isn't he!" she says with sincerity. "I hope your journey here was a happy one! As you are new to the Domain, sir...have you seen the Rules? Are you familiar with them in anyway, sir?" she asks, all wide eyed and eager. A careful gesture with her cane points to the direction of the Rules posted on the wall.
"Deacon Grigoriev is indeed a man to remember. He says only what needs to be said. A trait I rather admire." Castor found people who were overly wordy a pain. "As for the rules I am as yet, uninformed. Though I know that this is an Invictus Court under the rule of Alder Prince Clarke." The titles always irritated Castor. Why men desired such pointless praises tagged onto their names was a mystery. Perhaps they enjoyed the difficulty others had addressing them.
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Martha nods. Taking in the clues from Castor's words, she decided to be less....wordy..if she could. "Well, then, sir, that is a start! Yes, we enjoy the rule of Alder Prince Clarke! Many prosper under his direction! Will you please walk with me to the Rules, sir? We can talk en route and study them more carefully! Might I also ask, sir, which was the most recent Domain through which you travelled before arriving here?" a happy smile, she adjusted her posture and readied her cane.
"Of course Herald Villiers." Castor held out an arm as if to gesture, "lead the way". Tries not to look at the cane as Martha positions herself. "The last true Court I passed through was in Salt Lake City, but the last Court I truly lived in was New Orleans. Was quite a mess following the Katrina. I spent months working to repair the Church there along side the presiding Bishop. It was rewarding work."
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This all seems to impress Martha and she nods at the tale told, accepting the offered arm with bashfulness, "Thank you, sir! Quite the gentleman!" she offers happily and delighted, she limps closer. Clearly struggling, she tries now to hide her limp. "I see! Rewarding work indeed, sir! Salt Lake City, eh? Hmmm...and now you travel here, sir! Might I ask about your intentions? Your ambitions...even your fears, upon arriving here, sir?" a smile, she is careful with her cane and steady. Her tone eager, friendly, sincere.
"Something they taught me in the South Herald Villiers." Castor's tone is warm and cordial.
"Ah, now you ask me a question which requires man words." Castor chuckles. God indeed has a sense of irony. He helps Martha along as he speaks letting her lead. Trying to help without being to obvious about it. "I have traveled to many cities in my long life. In each I serve the Church in whatever way I can. I've functioned in a variety of positions all over the deep South. Houston, New Orleans, Atlanta. My hope is to continue that work here in Sacramento. This is a new place far from my normal homes. It is a bit disheartening to know that I am in a new region. Though life is not too different, there are definitely differences that I never encountered in the South. Vampires are not known for their ability to adapt, but I think I should be able to manage."
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Martha tries not to rely on the offered arm, but cannot help but doing so by the time they reach the Laws, other postings relating to ammendments and other notices are also posted nearby. Tiny Martha nodded often as Castor spoke. "I see! Goodness! Well, I hope we can see our way to Acknowledging you, sir, so you may work in peace towards your chosen project! Thank you for the escort to here, sir! Very thoughtful. I shall now fall silent a while to allow you the opportunity to study the Laws free from my prattle...feel free to ask questions, Mr Drake!" a happy, sincere, smile.
[[The Laws of the Domain: http://nwod.org/wiki/index.php/Laws_of_the_Domain ]]
Castor gazes at the Laws for a few moments. He is careful to memorize those Laws which he hadn't practiced before. "Most of the Alder Prince's policies are common sense or simple manners. It's comforting to know that he does not seek to tyrannize us. The Law will be no conflict for me Herald. These are restraints I would practice on my own." He does his best to sound reassuring. Sacramento would be easy enough to survive in officially but integration with his fellow Kindred would be a true test. Laws were easy. People were not. "Though I am curious, why are we forbidden to feed on doctors, EMTs and the like? Personally I don't know that I've ever fed on such Kine but it is an interesting restriction."
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