<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Sebastian_Richter-small.jpg)</div>Ever reserved, Sebastian briefly showed his teeth in an approximation of a smile. It looked a bit strained, but the effort was there, at least. The shop owner didn't appear to be the sort who smiled a lot. "Commendable, Mr. Bin Yasha." He took one slender hand and placed it against his own chest for emphasis as he continued. "Sebastian D. Richter, of House and Clan." The Tremere briefly stared right into Barir's eyes, clearly looking for his reaction to that particular tid-bit. Though the Tremere were one of the pillars behind the power of the Camarilla, the blood mages weren't exactly the most popular. Especially should the new arrival before him turn out to be from a certain clan that liked to embrace from within the man's culture - there was little love lost between Assamites and the warlocks. However, Sebastian wasn't about to simply make an assumption as to Barir's clan based on ethnicity without any further detail. He wasn't so foolish.<br/><br/>"With such a duty, rest assured that you have my assistance when required," he continued, before his gaze drifted towards Art.  "Though if you have caught Mr. Morgan's attention, you are doing well for yourself already."  Despite his personal reluctance to deal with the Gangrel, Sebastian knew all too well the support Art Morgan had and wasn't about to make an enemy of him if he could help it. Bad memories aside, a Justicar hopeful might even be a useful acquaintance to keep on friendly terms with.<br/><br/>"I own a small new age shop in Burleith. You are welcome to visit, if you need to get in touch. Or find yourself in desperate need of scented candles." He once again displayed a ghost of a smile, briefly ran a well-manicured hand through his beard and then spoke on, now addressing Art. "Which reminds me, some new catalogues came in recently. Shall I have my assistant forward a copy or two?"