Almost on cue with Greenberg's warning about the ceiling, does David have to bend like a reed to accommodate it. The scarecrow's six feet in height doesn't mesh with the low-ceilings. Much like David, however, he doesn't make a fuss about it. Spines of books aging on the shelves catch the Shadow's dull-brown gaze but only fragments of their titles filter into his mind. It must have taken some time to gather, David compliments as he considers one title that spoke of the flooding that plagued Sacramento's early history.
I think Lord Culler would have been quite proud of the work done here, David notes thinking back on the imposing man. Aοleen would have been the one to speak of him, but both are long gone by now. Remembering that he was gone long before either Robert Cross or Greenberg made Sacramento their home, David clarifies, He was the previous Lord of the Necropolis; a giant of a man. Unfortunately, he never made Court a habit.
But one memory bubbles to the surface of David's thoughts: of a Daeva in a poorly constructed Thor costume being destroyed by the Nosferatu's meaty hands. A Blood Hunt that ended almost as quickly as it was declared.
I don't want to talk your ear off, but I can now if it is alright by Priscus Greenberg. I suspect, though it's over, that the reverberations will be felt for some time and you both should be appraised, David says to Cross and Greenberg before returning his attention to the Burned Man. In fact, the Change that was enacted that night will be interesting to study. What do you think will Change because of what happened, Sheriff Cross?