<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9792495#msg9792495">Quote from: Calrond on 01-04-2014, 07:05:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Barir notices a man walking into the room who has the distinct smell of pot smoke about him, and he's wearing a long, black wool coat over a tie-dye T-shirt, very worn blue jeans, and old, scuffed boots. He takes off a pair of rose-colored glasses and hangs them on the collar of his shirt and takes a look at Barir. <strong>"Art Morgan, friend. Don't think I've seen you around before. You new in town?"</strong> Art extends a hand for a handshake. He is caucasian and has shoulder-length unkempt hair and a beard and mustache that could use a trim. Peeking out from his collar, Barir can see thick, brown fur, and when he glances at Art's eyes, they are yellow and wolf-like, leaving no doubt as to this Kindred's clan.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>Barir blinked twice in surprise as the strange ... man approached him. He had been scanning a nearby window for any change in the night, staying on guard against any attacks when the man had come, and he saw his unreadiness reflected in the man's rose-colored glasses. On the one hand Barir's distaste for the man, and moreso the scent of smoke that hung around him, raised a note of disdain and the unwillingness to shake the proffered hand, but civility, decorum, and aversion of appearing to make a spectacle of himself or make more enemies--the divine knew he had enough--forced him to put out his hand gingerly and return the shake.<br/><br/>"How did you--oh," Barir says lamely, turning the majority of his attention on the man, but positions himself easily to an angle where he could keep both the empty night and the man in his sights. "Of course. Haven't been to Elysium before. You must be a ... regular here?" Barir ventures, cursing himself for his un-surety in the matter. He clears his throat slowly before continuing, "My name is Barir bin Yasha, and yes, only a few weeks. The Prince has agreed to give me sanctuary in his domain for a time, as well as a place to sleep and some work," he says innocently, unaware of just how much information he is giving out with the words, and how they might be used against him or the Prince. Especially "sanctuary"--perhaps Barir had something to hide, or perhaps it might be simply his strange use of the language, a faint Middle-Eastern accent tinged with that of Britain emerging as he answered the Gangrel.<br/><br/>"As of then, I've been for the most part working with Sheriff Reyes on a few problems the Prince is having within the territory. You know, mostly Sabbat packs that sometimes invade the South- and North-Eastern parts of D.C., but there were a few... other incidents. Sorry, I'd probably get in trouble if I went into more details," he continues, his demeanor tightening at the last part, brooking almost no argument of spilling the beans on precisely what those "incidents" are. Still, he had unknowingly given away more information than he had meant to, obviously--or perhaps he was a more skilled liar than he appeared, and had let be known what the Prince had wanted him to say. Who could tell now? Regardless, he looked at the man closer and asked, "And... who might you be?"