When the Bishop called for introductions, Keane offered the others a measure of quiet deference, allowing the other, older vampires to announce their identities, skills, and accomplishments first. The introductions weren't a contest -- at least, not yet -- and he lost nothing by waiting for the most accomplished individuals to precede him. As meager as his importance was at this stage, few things could have made him seem of any less import than announcing his identity and credentials only to be followed by someone whose wealth of recognized ability struck all knowledge of him from the minds of the assembled.<br/><br/>Once the Pander had identified himself, Keane judged the timing appropriate. If nothing else, the subtly-invited comparison would accentuate the measure of calm, confident collectedness that set him apart from much of the sect's ruck and run.<br/><br/>"I am Lawrence Keane, Lasombra and survivor of the Muse Legion." His words flowed in a smooth, pleasing baritone with a distantly lyrical cadence. "I offer a respectable array of modest skills, specializing most in the gifts of my clan and short-term, tactical planning." With that, he inclined his head politely. "It is, of course, a great pleasure to meet all of you."