Josephine ushered the two wayward kindred into her office and gestured for them to take the two leather chairs that sat before her desk. And, though each piece of furniture was massive and plush in it's own right, the chairs were low, making their occupants invariably shorter than anyone sitting behind the Reeve's desk. Something which Josephine took great pleasure in as she strode around to take her seat, laying her duffel bag across the desk with pronounced clank of metal upon wood.
The Seneschal, the Archon, and the Whip were offered the use of the couch which sat on the left side of the office, though the Reeve suspected they would prefer to stand.
A single lamp gave illumination to the room, bright enough to make heightened sight uncomfortable, though dim enough to swath most of the room in gloom.
And, next to the lamp, sat a single clay urn...
"Now then," Josephine began softly, slowly unzipping the duffel bag to reveal a shotgun inside. "I am this Domain's Reeve, Josephine Sterling. This is the most honorable Seneschal Katya Harding, and the noble Archon Twist. Whip Marlon you already know. What I would like to know, however, is why you believe you deserve to stay in this city when you have been poaching in it for so long."