(Seneschal) Session Hours 3

[Cameron]

Daedalus listened, first to the Seneschal and then to his Priscus. The sentiments offered were pleasing to hear. He had seen much chaos, both before and during his travels. It was a state that captured a certain beauty, and held an intrinsic value, even if few would recognise it as such. But none the less, the Haunt found himself thinking that it would be nice to dwell within an ordered domain after so long in chaos. His previous interactions with the other covenants had often been brief, and bloody affairs. He wondered what new insight he would gain through peaceful co-existence.

"I am glad to hear that." He stated reticently after having listened to both the Bishop and the Seneschal. There was little else to say. He appreciated the Seneschals offer of contacting one of his peers, but the Lordess had already done enough for him this evening. He would seek them out in the coming nights. He had acquired a temporary Haven, and a brief understanding of the local political environment, for both his covenant and his clan. He was quite content to finish this meeting here, having accomplished so much so swiftly. But courtesy forbade it.

It was not a matter of this being an Invictus domain. The same courtesy would have bound him to his chair were this a Carthian, or Sanctified city. His reception had been painless, and he might even go as far as to call it warm. To simply jump up and leave after having accomplished his own goals would be selfishly spitting on the hospitality he had received. It was a small matter, and he knew it, but such things were important to the Haunt. Goodwill was repaid in kind. It was not his place to call and end to this meeting, and so he sat silently and unmoving. It was possible they still held some questions, or concerns, regarding his presence.

[Cameron]

"Thank you, Seneschal Donovan, Priscus Grigoreiv, you have both been most helpful." Remarked the Haunt earnestly, his voice low and quiet. He withdrew a small slip of paper containing his current mobile number from his coat pockets, placing it on the desk "Please, feel free to contact if me there is any need, I am happy to assist however I am able."

His poor vision made social interaction awkward, limiting his capacity to disconcerting context largely to vocal patterns and mannerism. From this distance he could make out the general shape of an individual, but small motions such as facial expression were blurred, if apparent at all. A fact which made his Priscus only slightly more disconcerting than speaking with any other. Yet even if the Haunt's facelessness was not overly terrifying, his mannerisms alone were enough to set the young Morlock on edge.
However, his face remained impassive, showing no overt sign of discomfort. It too was a simple matter of courtesy for a cousin, one which he had picked up from his frequent visitations to the Warrens beneath other cities.

Carefully, he retrieved the cane leaning on the arm of his chair, gripping it tightly as he slowly rose "If you will excuse me, I shall depart for the evening" followed with a full bow to first the Seneschal, then to his Priscus. He made no other motion, first awaiting confirmation.