Velma listened to Baldwin spinning the information with avid attention.
A series of dots started to connect – dozens of suppositions and hypothetic scenarios were painted in the frescos of the halls of the Succubus mind. Nothing pretty and no bucolic pastures.
Nodding several times as she accompanied Peter she wondered who the kindred behind all this might be…
At the mention of Heinz her stupor is suddenly interrupted.
“Maximilian Heinz?” There was a curious eyebrow.
”Yes, he is back, and yes I know him…” She informed the Knight. She was the Harpy afterall but knowing Baldwin knew him was interesting.
”Former Reeve, former Grandwyrm of the Ordo Dracul in the Sacramento Chapter House, former Regent of Florin…” Former something else perhaps?
”I know his grace has Mr. Heinz in good account.” And maybe even Velma recognized something in the shadow that could amount to silent respect, but she wasn't going to voice it, since a young age Velma had learned ot sell her praise high, she wasn't going to change that now...