There is a house within a neighborhood of forgotten houses, with overgrown lawns. An abandoned feeling holds over the neighborhood.
Jennifer stands quietly in the shadows in front of one such house, the aboveground entrance to the Necropolis. She is awaiting someone Bellemy
The paint is peeled, the shingles are falling off, but inside is a slightly different story. The house is worn, but occasionally cleaned and taken care of. The Priscus had increased security over the years to discourage unwanted visitors.
Below the house that hides the entrance to the Necropolis.
The bathhouse, the heart of this communal haven, is a bit altered in the time the Nosferatu had departed the Domain. A few minutes before, Liam lit the candles that help create the dream – like quality. The ghoul waits at one of the stools in the adjacent sitting room. Her ghoul, Liam, wears a fine tailored suit in grey with a white dress shirt. The tailored suit is reinforced in areas and tailored to account for the weapons he is required to carry in his role. The man appears average in every way. When a Family member walks by, he gives a deep bow of the head. He does not meet any Kindred's eyes; he is respectful and not presumptuous.
The electric lights in the bathhouse are set for a certain mood: soft and dreamlike. There is a deep pool, its own pool lights calm and steady. There is a new addition to the bathhouse. A painting encased in a special glass made to protect paintings from heat, humidity and damage was predominantly displayed. The painting was created by a Nosferatu, Cynthia Weiss. The subject was this very Caldarium, created some time ago.
The new addition was brightening the space.