Jag , Penelope
Behind the doors of the Chapter House, in a recently repaired Library a man sits. It's a respite from the nightly commotion for him, a place where he can quietly reflect and draw upon his intelligence.
Seeing Tracy at Court was pleasant but it was like a whisper below the might roar of tension, blood and gore. Not the place or time to greet an old friend. She was Deputy before him and became Supplicant after him and Mike is quite curious about both her travels and what she had accomplished in the time she was away.
The road, however uncommon for the Kindred, provided fuel for the Great Work, like a great many other things.
All these thoughts swim in his head relaxedly while he rodes a book on nordic runes and makes notes. Compared to Court, Mike looks peaceful and overall much less repressed than Tracy might remember him. He doesn't cut his hair quite so short every night and his love of suits is now reserved only for social events.
The Savage waits for his cousin and her 'cool' friend.