<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Sebastian_Richter-small.jpg)</div><strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong>, Tremere Apprentice<br/><em>Charisma 3, Appearance 2, Status 1, 'Blush of Health'</em><br/>Tagged: Norman Black<br/><br/>What was known about the Tremere in front of him, this thin man with his goatee, that high widow's peak and the gray streaks in his hair -- certainly that he could project a completed image, every inch the modern warlock, down to the careful enunciation and lacquered cane. His age, perhaps, was his greatest advantage in this, giving him an air of experience that other neonates lacked.<br/><br/>Another Childe of the Regent, Sebastian had been granted the Kiss only ten years ago but seemed to have taken to kindred existence with relish and was apparently rising fairly quickly within the structure of his clan -- this had made him some enemies, of course, but there was much to be gleaned of a man by the quality and number thereof.<br/><br/>"Quite," Sebastian agreed when the Nosferatu confirmed his own name, followed by a slight nod. While he didn't believe that Norman was actually ignorant of who he was, he could appreciate another kindred hiding the true extent of their knowledge. Though the Tremere trafficked primarily in matters arcane, at least in this their clans were similar, always pretending to know more or less than they actually did while collecting favors.<br/><br/>This conversation proved the perfect example. The existence of fairy-beings was far from public knowledge even amongst their kind. Sebastian knew next to nothing about them, except the odd reference to their existence in an occult record or two. Still, his expression gained an odd intensity when his new talking partner mentioned trolls, giants and were-rats, as if the light remark upon them gave him reason for alarm.<br/><br/>The Tremere had to suppress a chuckle at the last one, though. As if the thought of rabid vampire-hating werewolves wasn't bad enough. One might as well talk about were-spiders or crocodiles, so absurd was the notion. He was also fairly certain valkyries didn't exist, but that sort of thing was likely better asked of a necromancer.<br/><br/>He briefly reached to adjust his tie, his expression turning sour -- well,<em>more</em>sour, if that was possible. "I found little to be impressed about," he confessed. "Ignorance and insolence are expected from the clanless, but I begin to see why good Ingrid came with a chaperone. Criminal ties, though useful, are far from rare amongst our kind. Bin Yasha seems the one standout." Sebastian wasn't sure if Norman had taken note of the hostile encounter between Barir and himself earlier, so he opted not to mention it.<br/><br/>"I'd advise you not to poke into the internal affairs of Clan Tremere," he suddenly noted, switching the subject as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Ms. Schwarzegeist is young, but she is still of our blood. Whatever my personal opinion." At least a token effort had to be made to preserve the public image of Clan Tremere being a united front, even if his thoughts turned hateful at the notion of supporting that dolled up upstart.<br/><br/>As quickly as that sudden warning had come his features relaxed again into their usual expression of mild distaste. He drew closer, his voice taking a hushed tone:  "There are a few things I would ask of you." It wasn't so much that he wanted to keep his request a secret - they were standing in plain view, after all - but he did enjoy the pretense. And it never hurt to entertain good relations with the information brokers, or at least to be seen by others that way.