The invitation was posted. A private room in Nox was reserved. It was once again time for the gathering of the Daeva. There were new faces in town and some not so new.
A wide circular table, topped with a red and gold weave table cloth. Seven chairs lined the circle awaiting the Kindred of the evening. In the middle of the table was a fresh cut red rose. Dressed in a black pinstripe suit, Juan Cordoba stood by the door to greet his guests.