The Nosferatu has spent some time in the Necropolis over these last few months. The goal of security was attained, although she would likely always see room for improvements. The Bleak Annals and Catacombs had been etched out, expanding the Deep. Tonight, she approaches the catacombs in a simple light colored linen dress and espadrielles shoes in mouse grey. Her long, wavy brown hair is pulled into a simple bun. She wears no covering on her neck, not in this gathing of family. There is a loose piece of fabric draped over her shoulders. The absence of a covering reveals a hideous scar on her neck that trails to her shoulder, the rest hidden underneath the collar of her shirt.
Tonight, the Family would appraise one another and make their plans.