The fact that even the High Council had no information, no leads, not even a scrap of a clue that could give the hunters a target.  This was definitely going to be a difficult mission.  It was only as the other vampires started speaking did she find herself drawn to truly investigate those that she would be serving along side with on this quest.  Most of the gathered vampires held high and mighty attitudes of themselves which Tasha had come to expect over the years, as was their birthright to act as such since they were indeed far evolved beyond a mere human.  Still the marine vampire Darion caught her attention.  Here was a vampire that came off more human then anything else, something that was an extreme rarity from a race that fed on the creatures they once were.  Not only that, but he also had a human servant.  It was to her secret delight that she was not the only human that would be serving the masters.  Tasha couldn't help but notice the looks and glares she was getting from not only the vampires, but even some of the gathered humans as well.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: Gray">'Perhaps I made more of a spectacle of myself then I should have...'</span></i><br/><br/>Tasha was still not use to being without her former master, and the looks she was getting showed that she had been given treatment not typical to most slaves and servants of vampires.  The young woman wondered if she would be able to get to properly know any of them as they worked together.<br/><br/>[COLOR="Gray"[I]]'I...am to serve one of the High Council?  Not only am I to act as one of their agents, but I have been assigned as ones personal servant?'[/I][/COLOR]<br/><br/>For a long moment Tasha found herself at a lack of words, and even her posture and stance lost some of her 'professional' flair when she heard about who she had been reassigned to.  It was all that she could do to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor and letting out a yelp of surprise.  Even still her face and eyes betrayed her as they clearly showed, even if only for a moment the shock of the news as it slowly sunk into her mind.  It was something that she had not been expecting in the slightest, and was taken completely off guard.  That being said she quickly regained her posture and offered a bow.<br/><br/>[COLOR="Gray"]“I hope that my services meet your expectations my lord.”[/COLOR]  She then brought her head to eye level with him.<span style="color: Gray">“I will return to my room to gather my things and return quickly.”  </span><br/><br/>With that she left shortly after Lilly and quickly gathered her things.  She was still trying to wrap her head around the current events and couldn’t help but feel just a little overwhelmed.  When at last she had her possessions in her duffel bag did she allow herself to fall on top of her bed, letting out a deep breath as she looked at the ceiling.  Her mind wondered about her new master, and how he would treat her.  His appearance and ability to transform didn't bother Tasha as much as it might some others.  She was use to serving vampires whose looks and tastes varied greatly while under the whim of her former master.  She allowed her thoughts to drift as her hand reached for a small necklace that was carefully hidden under her shirt.  Tasha looked at the pendant for a long moment before opening it, revealing a younger version of herself next to a smiling Mortius.  The picture was a miniature painting that had been done with extreme detail.  It was a true memento in comparison to the weapons on her hands and one she treasured dearly.<br/><br/>Closing it she let out another deep breath before carefully hiding it and picking up her duffel bag.<span style="color: Gray">“Guess I'm about as ready as I'll ever be.”</span><br/><br/>Nodding to herself she made her way back down stairs and entered the dining room.  She located High Councilor Riven quickly and put herself at his side.<span style="color: Gray"> “Lord Riven, it is a privilege to serve under you, and I thank you again for choosing this servant to be at your side.  I am happy to serve.”</span>She was quiet for a moment before speaking up again.<span style="color: Gray">“Pardon for my asking, but is their any particular title or way you would like me to address you?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>