Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Ximen, Heirarch of New Orleans<br/>Frederick, Heirarch's Provost<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>'Afríorda' Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium</strong><br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/><br/>Áfriorda put the bag of marbles into her very large hand-bag before taking a sip of her drink. Yellow and sweet it was, making her think of summer-days past. Sipping away, she studied what were apparently going to be her companions, her hazel eyes lingering first on the surly-looking Goth kid, then on the confident blonde woman who seemed in such a hurry to leave.<br/><br/>She could understand that. The Magister Mundi... The old woman didn't need any of the Hierarch's threats to go and meet with him, she'd go and meet him simply for the sake of it and wondered what he was like. He mixed one hell of a drink at least, so he couldn't be all bad.<br/><br/>There was only one thing nagging on her mind really.<br/><br/>"The Magister Mundi asked for us... specifically?"<br/><br/>This seemed to amuse her immensely, but then, she looked the type that was amused by life in general. A crinkly-eyed and cheerful-looking old lady she was. Dressed in a long black skirt and purple top and hung with bright-coloured scarfs and abundant silver jewelry, she looked like your typical new-age witch. Sarah Jane was right about one thing; if they all formed a group they'd stand out like a sore thumb, even to the regular folk.<br/><br/>She looked up to Ellie then, "I don't have a car but I can drive."<br/><br/>Still, he didn't get up from her seat just yet.