The invitations had been sent, and the appointed evening was upon them. The Prince's ghoul, Nika, waited within Elysium to guide each of the Clan leaders to the meeting room that had been set aside.
The meeting room had been modified; a new recessed area in the floor created a conversation pit. There were no laptops or lattes, making a table unnecessary. Or chairs. Or a seating arrangement. Small black boxes decorated the table in the center.
Comfortable.
Presumably, each of the guests were paragons of their respective families, making each formidable in one way or another.
Asa stood within and greeted each as they arrived. His own body was fortified and invigorated, lest they decide to get too comfortable. He was dressed in a fine dark suit and crisp white shirt, but without a tie.