The Seneschal's office, smoke filled, though there is no fire. Sage smoke, and other fragrant and meaningful incense burn and crumble to ash only to cool and be played with by undread fingers. Circle and spiraling patterns could be seen upon such piles of cold ash. The centerpiece of her office was her magnificent desk. A dark wood, who's legs have been carved to display predator and prey, vines and flowers of all types, and there was no missing the the signs and sigils of the Gods that Alice Hart had pledged her unlife too.
Alice waits in her char behind her magnificent desk, working on the nights tasks as we waits for those she had called to her office. After that enlightening phone conversation, something definitely needed to be done. First Alice gave call to Her Robert, then the Stormcrow. Both she dearly wanted by her side for this endeavor, next she calls in the Domain's newest Dragons....and for last, and least the Name-Thief himself. Let the Name-Thief see just what a Robert was supposed to be.
Lyssa stood ready by the door waiting for the first Kindred's knock...