<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</em><br/>Tagged: Calrond/Helena Taylor<br/><br/>"It will be done," he confirmed, his eyes brimming with confidence in his ability to do so. He had only studied a lesser warding ritual so far, a protection against their ghoul servants, but with this knowledge to build upon and his understanding of the arcane arts it was well within his ability to study and reproduce. And then teaching it to others would serve well to establish himself further in a superior position compared to the other apprentices and allow him to bank in on his older appearance.<br/><br/>Once Helena finished speaking, the aged neonate nodded slowly, indicating his agreement. "I thought you might appreciate another venue." He himself had had very little reason to get involved with the Sheriff so far, but his Sire was very active on the fields social and political. Sebastian was very keen on acquiring some clout of his own, however, so who knew what the future would hold.<br/><br/>His expression changed slightly as the topic finished and he brought up his next concern. "I want to ask -- do you know anything of the supposed happenings in the graveyard? Is it something we'll want to look into?" Sebastian had already made arrangements to be informed on what was going on there, but it never hurt to check if Helena knew anything. For all he knew, it was already being handled.<br/><br/>"The other thing is in regards to our new 'guest'," he explained with a stronger hint of distaste in his voice than usual. "If her introduction was any indication, aside from being pretty to look at, she seems barely functional in matters of etiquette. What are your intentions for her?" Sebastian had a number of theories, from a particularly shiny front-piece to be used as a sacrifice to favors owed, but it was obvious he had rather a negative impression of Ingrid.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong>, Tremere Apprentice<br/><em>Charisma 3, Appearance 2, Status 1</em><br/><strong>Katherine Tremaine</strong>, Tremere Ghoul<br/><em> Appearance 3</em><br/>Tagged: Joanna Kyleson<br/><br/>Though Katherine didn't make use of Joanna's offer, she didn't give the impression of being an unfriendly person, unlike her domitor. She did look like she was under a lot of pressure, though, and Joanna's personable demeanor seemed to trouble her after learning of her true nature,  almost as if she expected all kindred to be more like Sebastian and was just waiting for the other penny to drop.<br/><br/>The reason why she didn't look into the book was another, but Katherine didn't feel comfortable sharing her thoughts without being asked about it.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Sebastian regarded the Setite with a puzzled look when she brought up the man who had more or less caused their earlier meeting, almost as if he had already banished the encounter from memory. His expression briefly twisted with distaste at the reminder, but he ultimately nodded, projecting a haugthy sort of graciousness before quickly changing the subject: "Noticed that, did you?" he asked, picking up on her mention of the incident with Bin Yasha, as he turned the knob of the supply closet and opened the door, revealing the room behind it which, astonishingly, turned out to be a supply closet, with a shelf full of cleaning supplies at their immediate opposite.<br/><br/>The Tremere didn't seem particularly perturbed by this supply closet-state of the room and instead pushed a nondescript canister of wood polish to the side, revealing a lock beneath. He then pulled a small security key from the inside pocket of his jacket and revealed that the 'shelf' was actually a fairly simple visual trick: a door outfitted with a wood design and some boards stuck onto it, a lack of illumination did the rest to fool casual examiners.<br/><br/>Behind that door was a chamber far more suited to his clan and occupation, framed with carpets of a dark-red color that many Tremere seemed to enjoy. It was again as large as the shop itself, perhaps once a place of residency for a mortal owner or just a neighboring apartment that Sebastian had expanded into. It looked larger, though, courtesy of a far more sensible (and uniform) choice in interior decoration. Where the public face was a hodge-podge collection of mixed styles that added together to a gaudy and mismatched impression, this had a decided old world flair to it, with comfortable wing-back chairs, large oak shelves full of far more refined goods, primarily antiquarian books and assorted oddities. A small fireplace, even.<br/><br/>Considering Sebastian was not known for being rich, unless he had hidden wealth of some sort, he had likely poured a considerable amount of whatever money he had scraped together over the last years into this place.<br/><br/>"Sit," he instructed, indicating towards one of the green-covered soft chairs with a wave of his hand while he headed towards the fireplace, laboriously knelt down and, pulling out a pack of matchsticks somewhere if the telltale sound of one being lit was any indication, set the wood inside aflame. There wasn't much other light in the room, so it actually gave a cozy impression, not quite matching the general unpleasantness of its owner.<br/><br/>That accomplished, he settled into a matching chair opposite the one he had pointed out to Joanna, reclining back and giving her another sharp look before he spoke: "The shop is but a cover of mediocrity, designed to attract as little actual customers as possible. This place here, on the other hand, contains some works of actual worth and serves as a conference room to discuss business. You may have heard that I offer the occasional occult assistance, as many of my clan are wont to do. If you are interested in such or any other kind of business, as it appears to be a sore point, rest assured that your lineage is of no consequence to me." A specter of a smile appeared on his thin lips. "I despise all people equally."<br/><br/>He brushed his long, pale fingers through his grey beard, then, apparently finished and looked at Joanna expectantly.