<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mFiHWuV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Thomas Smith</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Orchestra Hall - Consillium Meeting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/26330)</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Willpower</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Mana</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Third Eye (M:tA pg 206) - Mage Sight</em></li></ul></div></div></div><hr/><br/>When they were told about the letters in the rather abrupt and to-the-point manner that they were he chuckled quietly to himself.  He reached beneath the seat and retrieved an envelope of his own.  His fingers tingled with the sensation of magic that it provided, and he examined it briefly to see what emotional resonance might have stained the paper with whatever magics had sent it to him.  Deciding to read it later he flexed it slightly to test its contents before folding it up and slipping it into a pocket.  The rest of the time he doodled quietly in his little notepad until his attention was drawn to some of the late arrivals.<br/><br/>He listened to the bustle of activity going on around him regarding sushi and getting to know one another.  As the others seemed to finally be getting ready to leave he stood up and followed in the direction that was pointed out by Orchid with a wry grin.  He slipped away his pen and notepad while commenting, "Ah, ain't nothin' like devouring another living being."  He looked sidelong towards 'Chronicle' before glancing back in the direction that was being pointed out to them, "Thomas, by the way, Thomas Smith; nice to make your acquaintance--say I think someone said they were buying?  Good to hear, I could use a free meal..."