A smile curled across his lips as the connection was severed. The smell she exuded was signature to what he was searching for. He has to smell it from the source to be able to be sure. Otherwise it could be another false lead like the others were. He had finally found a pure descendant of the Tal'ren line in Terra. He idly wondered how many years his search would translate in to, but in the end, it did not really matter. The fame and renown would not come from how long he searched, but instead come from the results of his searching. The rusty, red-ish brown eyes opened to the dimly lit room that he had chosen to sleep in. The bed was a replicia of the one that his target had slept in. The remains of dozens of candles surrounded the room, half of them extinguished by the passage of time, while the rest clung to what little life they had left. But they did not matter any longer. Lord Galos Saryn had found his quarry.<br/><br/>The Lord stood from the bed and left the room, making his way towards his own quarters. The servants were scarce, their eyes glazed over and a polite smile sat on their face. Every single one of them seemed to be just a bit too content, whether it be through their body language or the almost goofy expressions that they wore, or both. All of them simply cleared from his path, pressed against the wall and bowing as he passed. The door to his room was guarded on either side with two men Galos knew well. The sons of broken pedigree, cast aside when their bloodline was severed. Adopted by House Saryn at a young age, raised without being tainted by the allure, and turned once of age. Now, they served their master loyally, one pair of eight that rotated to ensure his absolute protection. Galos nodded as they saluted him, beating their fists on their breastplates over their hearts twice -much in the same fashion as a heartbeat- before stepping aside and bowing as Galos entered his room.<br/><br/>He had to prepare for a trip to Terra. The clothes he was adored with left Terra's popularity centuries ago. It was nothing more than a costume now, and he would not be ridiculed while he goes to take her. Thus, he began to change. Instead of a white, long sleeved tunic with a vibrant red vest and simple black pants, Galos chose to instead go with a suit that replaced the style: a simple black coat with subtle gold clasps and buttons. Sleek and silk black pants and long sleeved shirt to match, and a similar red vest underneath, peeking out from under the suit jacket. Instead of a blade strapped to his side, a fine watch was strapped to his wrist. His hair was combed back, sitting on his head in a sleek and formal matter. Anyone looking at Galos while he was in Terra would simply assume he was some sort of private, high class citizen. Which is exactly what he wanted. Others of his species may prefer to be well known, though obviously for other things such as art, acting, or politics, but Galos ensured he was not exposed in any such way. Perhaps that would be sightly disadvantageous when it comes to retrieving this girl, but nonetheless, Galos was certain it would be a simple extraction.<br/><br/>Once prepared, he walked out of his own room and down the quiet halls once more, his feet barely making a sound on the cold hard floor. After a while, a pair of heavy wooden doors blocked his path. Etched onto the surface of the wood was historical depictions from both Terra and Terebrae that highlighted the House of Saryn's legacy. Galos' Legacy. Galos had been on his own for the longest of time. A third generation vampire turned by the founder of the line. This granted him status and station as his own House, but left him free of the millennia long political plans that plague his sire and the source. Sure, he sired a few, and allowed them to sire a few themselves, but House Saren was relatively small, comprising no more than fifty individuals as well as three times as many cattle, as expected to stock a House's supply.<br/><br/>But the reason that Galos was going after this girl was not to replace part of the stock, but for his personal use. The blood of a Tal'ren was precious. It was malleable and flexible in uses. One need not simply drink from the neck, but they could also produce the finest of wines. They could create delicacies from that crimson nectar, even crystalize it with sugar to create the most flavorful of sweets. It was hard to find the bloodline. The last traces of it disappearing in Russia. Occasionally, one carrying the line would appear, found only after post-collection for cattle or an unfortunate accident during a tasting. But Galos was ahead of it all. He was purposefully looking for one. And he had been for oh so long. His servants and cattle had been replaced at least eight time since he had started his search. All his work and dedication for this goal had paid off, as he had properly found the Tal'ren he desired, untainted by any other.<br/><br/>Galos crossed his yard, minding his step around the active plant life, which reached out with vines towards any source of movement, especially the living kind, and the flowers that were required for the more brutish method of correcting a servant, which bloomed where ever they pleased, with no care for a gardener's touch. But eventually, Galos reached the corner of the immense wall encompassing his estate. Another servant, his eyes glazed and a lax smile on his face, noted Lord Saryn's approach and had turned to the corner in question, quickly working on etching into the stone. On either side of the corner, occult symbols native to Terra were etched. And, once complete, the corner rippled, as if the state of the matter had changed to that of a liquid. A smirk found itself on Galos' face as he stepped to the corner, his foot meeting no resistance as he purposefully strode into the corner, disappearing from his estate.<br/><br/>Galos stepped out exactly where he pleased, just across the road from the establishment his soon to be possession worked at. The force of his presence could be felt by all those around sensitive to danger. Dogs whimpered and scampered away. Cats hissed and climbed higher. Birds took to the sky a mile around. And he was sure his Tal'ren knew something was amiss. However, he could not confirm her reaction right away. Despite his exit into a shaded area of Terra, it's blasted sun shown entirely too bright. It had been an annoyance for his kind since the beginning, but even with the limitations it put on them, the mere mention of the apex predators spark stories of horror.<br/><br/>As his eyes adjusted, he squinted and focused at the distance, noting the silver hair of his prey as she slid into the building. A slight smirk played on his lips once more as he adjusted his attire and made his way to the front of the building. He did not approach the door immediately. Checking the time on the sign to that of what was on his watch, Galos took his time to cross the street and pick up a newspaper. He casually paid the man in excess, dropping ten dollars instead of the dollar or three it had cost, and simply took his time reading it as he waited for the pub to open.<br/><br/>Once that time finally arrived, Galos stood, folding up the paper and sticking it under his arm. He strolled across the street without a care in the world, the only thing stopping him from causing a scene was the timing of his crossing as well as the crosswalk at his feet. The cars coming from the left had hit a light all of a sudden, and the cars on the right had the misfortune of dealing with a delivery truck trying it's damnest to get out of a thin alleyway. Galos pushed open the door and made his way over to the corner booth, far away from the door and tucked into the back of the establishment. Not moments after he sat down, a woman came up to him, a fake smile plastered on his face as she greeted him setting a menu down in front of him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><b><i>"Hi, welcome to Irish Oir. My name's Meagan and I'll be serving you today. Can I get you anything to drink?"</i></b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Water," </span>Galos answered simply, his voice soothingly low with a hint of something else, as if knowledge and power were creeping along behind the low notes of his speech, inflecting it with an mysterious flare. He was not done just yet, as Galos turned his gaze to Meagan. Immediately, he could see his effect on the woman, and he had not even gazed into her eyes yet. His features were certainly something to behold. For any normal mortal, he would be a modern day Adonis surely. His feature at the perfect mixture of smooth and rugged, his skin taking on just enough color to be seen as appealing, though this part was simply because of the sun's reaction to his pale flesh, his smooth, luscious black locks cascading down past his shoulders. But, Galos had to ensure his intended prey got his message, and despite Meagan's immediate attraction, he would not leave it just to her. For a split second, Galos' eyes changed, the rusty brown breaking away and leaving the red behind. In that sudden shift, Galos stared into Meagan's eyes, piercing her very soul.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell the owner of this establishment that I am interested in investing in the Irish Oir, if she is willing to discuss the details over my lunch."</span><br/><br/>As the red was  quickly re-buried under the rusted brown, something within Meagan's own eyes flared, before the light within her eyes dimmed ever so slightly. A lax smirk appeared on her face, and she nodded.<i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"Of course sir. I will let her know."</span></b></i>With that, Galos opened the menu, intending to at least play the part of a patron and glance over the bland, borderline inedible food presented to him. Meagan nodded again and, after stepping on air, made her way directly to Karie, with that same, lax smirk on her face....