(Saturnalia) Scouting the Land

[Albert Baker]

Al nodded with internal relief. So the festivity was planned to be limited to the building.

"Indeed."

He thought for a while on where to store the beds, as he didn't now the farm as well as he probably should.

"Splendid, Mr. Roman. I don't remember a rule against bringing members of herds here..."

He interrupted his thoughts as more people arrived. Once again he retreated into meditation to not run away. When he had the feeling he could stand and face the new arrivals he greeted them with a nod.

"Good evening. It seems there is some slightly overwhelming presence, but in general, yes, he is."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The workers were directed by Jennifer as the other did not. “This clearing for the large one.” Jennifer directed.
“The small one by the path. Perhaps there may be an arch. I know flowers were mentioned. The two small ones, you can leave there. We will manage it.” A glance towards Marcus Roman, the thought that a Nosferatu and Gangrel would be able to manage the smaller statues.
“Liam, they can go. Walk them out, please."

Liam led the workers back the way that they had come. He handed out a generous cash tip for their assistance.
The brunette turned to watch for a moment. Listening Ensuring that there was no one lingering. Liam escorted the workers out and returned, stating: “We are alone.”
“We can speak freely now. Mr Roman, is there anything that I can do to assist in setting up the festival?
Priscus Baker are you going to be making yourself available for questions? I would advise that any rules be discussed now. They need to be included in the invitations.”

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Nosferatu waited for a few moments. The time between responses stretched out. The silence became pronounced.
Perhaps there was a lot of thought being put into the response to her statement. There was a great deal of history involved in this event. Jennifer did respect that there could be a great deal of emotions and memories involved in this discussion because of that.

Time passes without any response from the Kindred with Jennifer. The Nosferatu looks about the Farm as time passes by in silence.
Jennifer's thought that this was caused by deep thought were re - examined. The idea was held up to the light. Jennifer had arrived without an invitation, which perhaps was rude. Perhaps this was a reaction or even a consequence of that decision.
Yet Jennifer decided that this was not an adequate reason as time went by.

"I grow tired of these silences." A look towards Priscus Baker.
"It gives the idea that you either do not value my time or consider my time to matter so little that you wish to waste it. Or perhaps you intend to cause me offense.
You ignoring my letters is one thing. It suggests to me that you do not care about causing me offense.

You have your wish." A slight shake of her head. "Liam, let us go."
Jennifer collects her ghoul and departs from the Farm.

[Seryna]

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