<div align="center"><strong>Stráž (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=93697.msg4078385#msg4078385)</strong></div><br/>Gliding over the white sea of South English morning mist, Stráž flew in over the outlying boroughs of London via a path he had long since perfected, though in a hurry he could have made his way across the London sky unnoticed with the means of his Disciplines. Presently his course was due Whitechapel and Turnbrook Alley, the place where he knew one or two Kindred to take their questions of arcana. The gypsy Kine that made his home over the shop there was apparently knowledgeable in the more esoteric subjects and knew of the existence of Kindred: Why the Prince hadn't had him Embraced or killed yet was beyond Stráž as the man was a breach of the Masquerade, but right now he didn't care.<br/><br/>Unseen and unheard he descended unto the street and found himself outside the door to the shop: The place looked dodgy, the kind of shop where tourists and rich men lost their money. Presently he knocked forcefully on the door, assuming the man to be a nocturnal sort to be mixing with Kindred.