<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/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9799830#msg9799830">Quote from: Calrond on 03-04-2014, 02:26:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Art decides to stand and talk to Barir for a moment. <strong>"I'm glad you chose to come to DC, man. We've got a good community here and most people are pretty friendly, and we can always use more good Kindred here. I've got a lot of respect for the Sheriff; she does a great job here. But if you guys have a problem with the Garou, the werewolves, just come to me and let me know. I'll go talk them down with a six-pack and some hash and get everything hunky-dory again. They're good guys who mean well, they just don't get along with most Kindred, man. I just don't want to see a misunderstanding wind up with anybody getting hurt."</strong> He takes off his black wool coat, folding it and carrying it over his arm for the time being.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Barir blinks in surprise at how helpful the man is, and his defenses instantly come up. He wants to trust the man, but he had heard all too many stories of Kindred who did "favors" and then expected so much more in return--could he truly trust the man? "I-I'll keep that in mind," he says in the faint Arabic accent tinged with that of a British-taught gentleman. "...Thanks," he added, not wanting to appear ungrateful, but there was still a sort of defensive air about him as though he were unsure how much he could rely on the man who seemed to indulge in vices. His clanmates had always decried the use of drugs--they could be helpful, sure, but all too often the dependence became a weakness of the mind and he was unsure how stable the man was.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9799830#msg9799830">Quote from: Calrond on 03-04-2014, 02:26:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"But you said something about sanctuary. I hope you're alright, man. Is somebody after you?"</strong> He looks around for a moment, suspiciously, then moves a little closer and speaks more quietly. <strong>"If there's anything I can do to help, let me know, man. I can talk to them and see if it will help."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"There is nothing wrong at all," Barir realizes his slip of words and curses inwardly at his own mistake. "It was ... just a misuse of the word. I still have trouble with the language sometimes," he said uneasily. "The Prince has been very kind to me, and I'm sure certain there is nothing he would not do to keep the Kindred of the city safe--me included, of course. But..." unsurety tinges his voice as he looks at the man again, looking into his eyes and turning his attention away from the window for but a moment, "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you once more," he says gruffly before turning a part of his attention back to the window.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9801902#msg9801902">Quote from: VonDoom on 03-04-2014, 14:18:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong>With a well-practiced emotion 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?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Not at all," answered Barir in his strange accent, and mix of the Middle-East and European in it. "Mr. Morgan was simply introducing himself to me. I am fairly new to the city, and it is always ... educating to meet new Kindred." Another pause as he paused to introduce himself. "Barir bin Yasha," he said, proferring a hand though he kept his attention partially on the window, maintaining his duty even when speaking with this newcomer. "I work with Sheriff Reyes to see the Prince's will done in the city and maintain its safety against those who would wish to see Camarilla presence gone from it," he continues. "And you are...?" he leaves the question open, fairly certain that both Mr. Morgan and the new addition to their small group probably knew each other--most of the kindred here seemed to, and this new one appeared to be quite comfortable in this environment, unlike Barir himself.