Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Ximen, Heirarch of New Orleans<br/>Frederick, Heirarch's Provost<br/>Malachi, Chief Sentinel<br/>'Burin' Elijah Warden, Thyrsus Free Council<br/>'Vulpes' Prof. Elliot Van Graaf, Obrimos Guardian of the Veil<br/>S.J. Jones, Acanthus Free Council<br/>'Damon Jones' Tsutomu Fujimoto, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>'Obsidian' Reine Valentine, Moros Adamantine Arrow<br/><strong>'Áfriorda' Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium</strong><br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/>"Thank you dear," Áfriorda said as she took a surprisingly strong grip on SJ's arm and hoisted herself to her feet with some difficultly. Once there, she grabbed the sturdy wooden walking stick that had been resting against her chair and used that to support her other arm as she walked with the girl.<br/><br/>Honestly, the old woman wasn't nearly as old or as disabled as that but she'd found that pretending to be a sweet, crippled old lady helped her get things done much quicker than acting her self-assured, well-preserved self. Seeing SJ wolf down the cheese sandwich had made her terribly concerned for the girl and having her close like this, physically touching even, brought her just a little nearer to finding out what had and was going wrong there.<br/><br/>Alright, maybe that<em>was</em>one of her failings in old age, having a soft spot for young people and a tendency to mother over them.<br/><br/>"That is one fine dog you've got there," she said conversationally as she shuffled with SJ towards the door, picking a subject she hoped would get the girl talking.