The Moore House is not pretty. It's far from fully formed, too. But after all this time it's usable again - the rats, roaches and fungi were thrown away, the walls are not a decaying mess anymore and you're far less likely to get your hand black with grime just by touching something. The first step towards regaining the importance this building - and the Lancea et Sanctum at large - once had.
All in all, Longstreet was very proud of his work. The men he enlisted to help had done their jobs well, too.
Which is why this is the night he's chosen for him and the other faithful to meet. A note was left in Gilroy's and Cross' Necropolis sepulchres.
"Meet me at the Moore House on (date). We'll discuss our next steps
-R. L."
And so he waits, in the room that once was - and soon will be again - a chapel. He didn't bother to dress up - a t-shirt with jeans and heavy boots will have to suffice as fashion choices. Seated, he waits for the other Haunts, anxious to find out what this night has in store for all three.