Al follows the man with caution. The kindred continues to walk down the street and pauses next to a homeless man ser up on a sleeping bag near a bench.
"You look to be having a hard time, friend. You can get out of the vold here at this meeting I'm hosting tomorrow." A flier was handed to the man with a money bill. The homeless man stood to accept the flier and bill.
"Thank you for this. What sort of meeting is this? Is it attached to religion?"
"Not the kind that shames choices. Or circumstances that you were raised in." The kindred assured. "There's no abstinence preached. No judgement. Come enjoy coffee and cake tomorrow at 7 at the Shipwell Hall. I can try to get you into shelter if you want to stay after the meeting. Bring any friends as well. There's plenty to go around."
The two speak for a moment too quiet for Albert to hear. The homeless man settled back down in his sleeping bag. Albert could see that the man was about 5'8", with some sort of shoulder injury that he favored. The man seems about to drift to sleep. Yet Albert noticed that the Kindred has left his case behind on the ground.
The kindred continues in the direction of the warehouse that Albert staked out.