A gentleman always arrives early when he was running an event. He arrived before anyone else, blood concealing his true nature, and made himself comfortable on the couch in the center of the room. He knew of exactly four Carthians currently in the city, counting himself of course, but he had left a public flyer just in case someone new arrived since the last court.
Tonight was the election, or as close to an election as it would be with four members. Dressed in a smart black suit, a favorite of his, with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie he waited; waiting for his covenant to show so that they may discuss the future of the Movement in Sacramento. In his pocket sat Konrad's lockpicks, a reminder of their last meeting. He would never get his watch back from Gerald, but that didn't bother him much. In fact, the man's absence was a boon because it only opened the door for a new Prefect, the position of note tonight. This night should be interesting at least.