Reverend Otto Schneider had adopted his streetwear with some discomfort. It was bad enough to be dressed in anything less than a two-piece suit when out in public anyway, but now he knew that someone with a foot in Kindred society would be going to see him. As the local Priscus of Lords, it didn't feel right. We do what we must. Besides, will the Seneschal's Ghoul care enough to note it down in detail for later?
He was standing just a short distance from the address provided by the neighborhood watch for their next meeting. The Priest craned his neck to see if he could find Liam. While he would have preferred someone with ties to law enforcement, he couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. In fact, though he was loathe to admit it, Otto was a little glad to have him along. As far as the Ventrue's perception of Ghouls went, Liam was an exceptional specimen. Though they didn't interact directly very often, the Seneschal's servant was usually polite and deferential, starkly at odds with the image of an obsequious, desperate addict that Otto usually assumed of a Ghoul.
The Priscus certainly didn't plan for things to turn violent. However, if a fight broke out it would be good to have someone backing him up, though he'd probably have to take some pains to protect Liam... it wouldn't be good to get the Seneschal's personal servant injured.