It was the first meeting of the Ordo Dracul to be held in the office of Lina Moretti, PI - and with the work she knew they were all doing to put together their Chapterhouse, she hoped it would be the last. The office building was closed for the night, and the Grand Wyrm had left them each with the buzzer code.
Her office was nothing special. Large enough for her old, wooden desk, a standing fan that oscillated quietly in the corner, a couple of filing cabinet and a little sitting area in which a well-loved couch and armchair served as a somewhat more comfortable spot to interview clients, the place was clean and utilitarian. Just like her, in many ways. Dressed in utilitarian jeans, running shoes, a black tank top, and her leather jacket, she kept her knife on her belt and her wary eyes on the door. She looked like the kind of investigator who belonged here.
There were a few things to go over tonight.
Taft's petition for membership.
Returning to the Chapterhouse and deciding if they were going to restore the old or embrace Change and create something new.
The Regency of Florin.
Mentorship and advancement in the Coils.
She smiled. A little dimple that had not been there since her Embrace showed, and the Grand Wyrm glowed. The last piece was her own.