A door opened from a balcony on the second floor, and a tall, thin woman in a fur coat stepped out, holding a massive dog on a leash.  The coat was brown, made from rabbit fur, and nearly ankle length.  Its modesty contrasted with the tight leather dress she wore under the coat.  The dog, meanwhile, was actually a particularly healthy black wolf.  It had incredibly strong muscles and a strange gleam in its eyes one might interpret as demonic.  The woman had short blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.  Her modest breasts were accentuated by excellent muscle tone; she was every inch a predator.  On her feet, she wore a simple and comfortable looking pair of dress shoes with a flesh toned socks, a choice of footwear that was very nearly practical.  She wore no jewelry, save for a single signet ring that marked her as Seneschal of the city.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the room and met those of the childe of the chief inquisitor of the Lancea Sanctum.  She smiled, exposing her fangs to the young vampire, calling out to her with the beast, demanding that she submit to a more powerful vampire.<br/><br/>(Shadowz, roll Resolve + Composure with a +3 bonus for the presence of your sire.  You need to accumulate 5 successes to completely resist cowering in fear.  If you ever roll no successes, then your character breaks down in terror from sensing the power of an Elder vampire's beast.)<br/><br/><br/>The Seneschal's name was Eliza MacTaverny.  Many years in the past, she had crawled out the Scottish moors and onto a boat headed for the new world, then ended up ranging even further as witch hunts again threatened her existence.  She spent time among the natives of the western hemisphere, learning their lore as she herself became a legendary figure known as the "white witch."  Eventually, she again became hunted, and so she went further west, even for a time traveling with a pack of werewolves.  In the end, in 1899 she settled down with the Invictus, and slowly rose through their ranks to become a leader among vampires, a predator among predators who knew what it was to be hunted.<br/><br/>Eliza took her job very seriously, believing it was her duty to root out witch hunters and other threats to vampiric society.  Tonight, however, was special.  She had a new pet, who she intended to leash and train just as effectively as she had the wolf.  The predator walked down the stairs, an earthy scent following her as she made her way to the bar and sat down next to her future meal ticket, smiling viciously in the dim light without showing off her fangs.  "So I gather you found the place alright."  She said with a smile, letting out a little slack on the leash of her wolf.  The canine walked over to the other side of the bar stool where Edna sat, leaning down and giving her a light lick on the ankle as it sniffed her.