"I am a Dragonslayer... that's about it." James says while looking around to find an empty seat. He locates one near a corner and sits down.
"I am a Dragonslayer... that's about it." James says while looking around to find an empty seat. He locates one near a corner and sits down.
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O-Yama looks at James with a questioning look but decides to leave it as is for now, he would talk with the man at a later time.
"I believe that is all for us at this time, thank you all for your insights and your opinions. Now I ask, do any of you have any questions of me?"
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Arnold raises a hand "I do, but I would wait until we have a bit of privacy before I discuss them with you."
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Sabri stands and adresses O-Yama once the Reeve finishes.
"Not from myself, Priscus, I would just like to thank you for holding this meeting and look forward to what I believe to be the strong, unified front our family can provide this domain."
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O-Yama nods at Reeve Culler, and then smiles at Sabri.
"You have offered your hotel as a place for the next meeting, I believe I will take you up on this offer. I feel that our clan poses a fierce front, this meeting was to confirm this, and symbolically, represent our last time below ground. We are no longer worms of the earth, but a people to be feared and respected! If there is nothing else, I adjourn this meeting until next we meet. Reeve, I will speak with you shortly."
O-Yama walks to the door, to wish a farewell to everyone as they make their way out of the meeting.
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Arnold stands and leans down to quietly address Sabri again "So we are agreed?" he asks "Let the Movement find its own holdings for their court."
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Arnold straightens as he nods, smiling a bit "Good. Until next time, then - Madame Nidra. Goodnight." Arnold walks off to stand patiently, waiting for the Priscus to have a moment.
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Unless anyone stops her before hand, Sabri bows to those present before leaving the horrid confines of the sewer.
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Heathcliff is anxious to put the sewers, and all these Beasts, behind him, yet he's curious enough about this clearly blessed Nosferatu. He hands Taylor a business card and says, "If you'd ever like to chat, above ground, please give me a call." He smiles sheepishly at...her? he still couldn't decide, then says his pleasantries to those assembled and leaves, if no one asks anything further of him.
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