<strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong><br/><br/>The Tremere's sharp gaze traveled through the room until, finally, it stopped upon a face that was still new to these hallowed halls of Elysium. His Sire had advised him to seek out those new kindred who attended; that was precisely  what he had wanted to begin with. It was always pleasant when his own desires coincided with what Helena expected of him.<br/><br/>This time, his attention had been drawn by Barir, who was not only looking a lot like a bodyguard scoping out the area but had also conversed with the Sheriff earlier. A new catspaw of hers, perhaps? He was a handsome young-looking fellow, that much was plain, likely popular with women and what not.  The fellow was also currently engaged with Art Morgan, a kindred with whom Sebastian did not have very much experience with. The Gangrel reminded him too much of his own past, riddled with foolish decisions that had robbed him of perspective and a promising future that he was now doing his best to re-attain. Still, the unpleasant feelings Art evoked were no reason to avoid potential new contacts. With some luck, the shifty Cainite wouldn't remain for long if another kindred showed an interest.<br/><br/>With a well-practiced motion he casually brushed some dust off of the black sleeve of his jacket, then made his way over to the two, a curious expression on his gaunt face as he stepped up to them. "Good evening, gentlemen. I hope I'm not interrupting?"