David casts a curious glance towards Hildegarde as she answers the new Supplicant. Many disregard the Castellan. Many whisper that she has the affliction. While David holds his own reservations about the Ventrue, all of those whispers forget the woman's canny qualities. Hildegarde was not created as Castellan by accident.
A faint inclination of David's head greets Hildegarde's answer. “Please let me know if there is anything you need from me, Castellan.” The Mortician's gentle voice touches each sound.
With that, David slides his feet under him and rises. In the same movement, the Grand Wyrm's things find a new home tucked beneath his arm. “If there is nothing else,” the implicit question hangs in the air, “I'll be on my way.”
If no one needs David, he'll exit the scene.
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