“Good evening.” She greeted the newcomer. Her voice was supernaturally Cursed. It sounds like a serpent slithering over fallen leaves. It had a supernatural aspect. Jennifer spoke at a conversation volume and her words were not difficult to understand, yet her voice could be alarming. The Nosferatu waited for a minute. Allowing the newcomer to process the unusual sound of her voice without being overwhelmed by information.
“I am Lady Notary Jennifer Hazelton, Priscus of the Nosferatu. Please call me Priscus Hazelton. I would like to indicate you to Prince Alessandra Antinori, Lady of the First Estate and Priscus of the Gangrel.”
Jennifer indicates the Prince with a repeat of her earlier curtsy, held to the appropriate level to indicate deep respect to the leader of the Domain. “There is a Law that one does not approach her Grace without the Prince’s personal invitation.”
“One would call her Prince in this context.”
“I shall indicate Her Grace, Alder Archon Twist, Duchess of Sacramento. Priscus of the Daeva.”
Jennifer indicated the Archon with a polite nod of her head.
Now Jennifer turns to face the newcomer, careful to not turn her back on Prince, Archon, or Priscus Durant . Her look is expectant, ready to listen to the newcomer.