(Court Fallout) Nomads and Cigars

[Yumyumcrow]

Khenmity pursed a her lips.

"Thank you for your candour" she replied. "The Club is self sufficient but I will take your views under consideration. We can work on the feeding arrangements, of course. As for our activities - well... we have an event to organise and once that is done we will be on our way. Most of our energies will be directed toward organising and setting up the show. We keep to ourselves... unless you specifically wish to seek us out..." The last was added with a wry twist to the mouth.

Michael watched from across the table. Thaddeus was beaming like a fool, apparently oblivious to the serious nature of the discussions. Khenmity... was hard to read; her face was studied indifference - except for the wry smile, crazily pinned to her features.

[Yumyumcrow]

"Till mid November, I think. Once Halloween has passed and the crew have had a chance for a short break. We head to San Francisco for Christmas and New Years; my people won't get another break till early next year."

Khenmity enunciated her words carefully, her voice level. Her face was and remained a mask: smile fading into a business-like line.

"Most are ordinary mortal simpletons. A few are Kindred who have chosen the nomadic life. I shall pass on the rules of your Domain, as we are guests. And I will encourage discretion."

[Michael Redfill]

Michael listens to Khenmity with a smile before finally nodding:

"Well, everything seems to be in order. Thank you for coming to our city and we hope both of our groups will benefit from your presence", - he doesn't offer his hand on account of things that people can do through a handshake instead opting for a polite bow of his head.

I'm good to wrap this one up.

[Yumyumcrow]

All good my end. Nice little scene