<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/>Nodding at the first part, Barir's eyes widened at her the second part of her dismissal of him, and he blinked a few times as though he hadn't believed his eyes or ears. Was that real concern in her voice? Or simply a caution from one superior to their inferior, a reminder that he was not all-powerful and that if needed she might be able to cut him loose from herself and the Prince and let the world devour him? His breath would have caught in his throat at the thought had he still reason to breathe, and he tried to choose which of the two the words might point at. Finally, he settled on caution.<br/><br/>"At your command," he bowed, placing a hand upon his breast in subservience, though there was something hard in his tone. Perhaps it was incredulity at the fact that she didn't think he could handle himself after seeing him take down the Sabbat. Perhaps it was apprehension at the thought that she might carry out the unsaid threat. Perhaps it was a reminder to her that his chain was tenuous, and if betrayed, he was no toothless dog. Perhaps, even, it was his unworded defense at the realization that there might actually be true feelings between the Kindred beyond those forced through the Blood Bond. Regardless, he kept his eyes low as he left, turmoil within as he overanalyzed her words.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was some time later when he stepped out of the cab, paying the driver with what very little money he had left. He kept the receipt--the Prince preferred to reimburse him for some reason, rather than simply giving him some petty cash with which to pay off anything that was part of the job. "Building responsibility," he had once called it, and "Keeping things nice, neat, and in order." Perhaps it was a Ventrue thing. Barir would have much preferred to simply be given a small amount which he could supplement every once in a while when he got low, but the Prince preferred to put him through a sort of very intricate Hell made of numbers and tiny white slips.<br/><br/>Scanning the surroundings, Barir stepped softly into the park, moving almost as quietly as a shadow, beginning to scout the premises and see what he could find.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception + Awareness: 3 hits (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4506226/)<br/>Perception + Investigation: 4 hits (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4506271/)</div></div>