<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Sebastian_Richter-small.jpg)</div><strong>Sebastian D. Richter, Tremere Apprentice<br/>Charisma 3, Appearance 2, Status 1, Blush of Health</strong><br/><strong><em>Tagged Deitrich</em></strong><br/><br/>The gaunt man stared at Deitrich for a moment, perhaps guessing at why the man didn't respond in the same language after his supposed long stay there, but ultimately he might as well have found issue with the Ventrue's similar manner of dress - his face seemed almost made to send scrutinizing, withering gazes at others.<br/><br/>"Of course," he replied after the moment had passed, without blinking. "Sebastian Richter. I own a small shop in Burleigh, among other things, so as a resident I ... wish to express my welcome. I may not deal in weapons, but you are welcome to visit if you want to talk business."<br/><br/>"And I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you." He indicated towards the exit, waving his cane in the general direction with a grim expression on his face that vaguely resembled a smile. "There is a reason most hurry inside well in advance of the official opening."<br/><br/>He leaned a little closer. "Don't let me stop you, though I won't be joining you out there. Still more to be done." He paused, an idle finger tapping against his chin. "Ah, yes, that reminds me. One more thing - the Lupines our good Prince spoke of. Considering your own announcement about weapons, should any come to you with intentions of purchasing protection from these wolves, I urge you to refer them to me instead. We'll consider it a favor if it happens." The thing on his face began to more closely resemble a proper smile as he spoke on. "There are things more effective against such creatures as bullets."<br/><br/>He briefly fished inside his jacket and pullet out a small business card, holding it up with a questioning look and clear offer, but waited to see Deitrich's response before actually handing it over.