<strong>Vanessa</strong><br/>Considering the amount of people at the gathering, and the number in the pub, the Irraka was rather lucky that the male lavatories were empty.  At least they were cleaner than some she had seen, though there was some ‘interesting’ graffiti in here nothing too offensive though. It pretty much appeared as any ordinary  country pub lavatory.<br/><br/>However the usual male scent that  is always apparent was a little masked by the scent of tobacco, a strong tobacco, there was something a little different about it, mingled with that was a delicate scent of flowers though she could not quite place them.  The whistling had stopped for a  little while though it started again.<em> Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.</em><br/><br/><strong> Sam</strong><br/><br/>Sam had heard about these folks on his travels since leaving Juan apparently it was a safe place to disappear, which in his situation was certainly a good idea. Of course the scent of others like him was apparent, just as his scent became apparent to those that needed to know.<br/><br/>An older man turned in his direction, he what Sam would have considered a grizzled veteran, he was speaking with a rather handsome looking man that was slightly younger but somehow seemed almost out of place here.  His look appeared to have a knock on effect as a somewhat skinny took young girl drew her eyes from the dancer and brought them to bear on Bone Shadow. It was only  after a nod from the older man that a tall lean woman with long dark dreadlocks approached.<br/><br/><br/>The woman was relatively attractive in a feral sort of way, she certainly had the feel of one of the Uratha. Her nose twitched as she started to circle him.  As yet the Uratha was not being aggressive just somewhat dominant. “So why are you here?” Her accent was strangely soft as was her voice, which seemed opposite to her demeanour.<br/>