<em><strong>Sebastian D. Richter</strong>, Tremere Apprentice<br/>Charisma 3, Appearance 2, Status 1, Blush of Health</em><br/><br/>The soft tap-tap of his cane preempted the entrance of Sebastian D. Richter, whose immaculate appearance may have been quite suitable for the evening but certainly paled before the many beautiful women and handsome young men who had gathered here.  His gaze traveled from one end of the room to the other, silently taking in who had already made an appearance and who hadn't; while he would normally have followed protocol and sought out the Seneschal, for lack of a Keeper, as his keen gray eyes fell upon Monica Black, Seneschal pro tempore, he thought better of it - between her and the other two Harpies he had little desire to expose himself to their critique any more than necessary and interrupting them at their table would certainly lead to just that. There would be a better opportunity to approach and take care of matters of etiquette.<br/><br/>Instead, he took note of one of the new faces that had graced them this evening, a veritable giant of a man who had chosen similar attire to Sebastian's own. This in itself wasn't unusual, formal attire was called for and red did go quite well together with black - the comparison to the classic 'red and black cape' never having occurred to him - but the man was obviously keeping to himself and was wearing his suit quite well for such an imposing size.<br/><br/>On the other hand, he also noticed the Follower of Set, Joanna and the Malkavian, Dwyer, speaking to the side. The slight curve of a smile appeared on his lips, though it lacked warmth, as he began to make his way there - it was on the way to the new arrival and he didn't intend to linger. Just long enough to make an impression.<br/><br/>"Good evening," his dry voice called out as he stepped closer, briefly inclining his head to offer that modicum of respect to the both of them that still carried a measure of disdain, a stance that many of his Clan had perfected. With the more socialized ways of the DC Tremere, it was almost surprising how well the old man seemed to have taken to it, though perhaps he just naturally came that way. "I trust the evening finds you well," he continued again, waited for their responses, then calmly indicated towards the honey cakes that Robert had brought. "And I see that you have brought a little something, perhaps of your own making?" He placed on odd emphasis on the last part as he continued.  "Might I have one? I'm ... certain my apprentice would enjoy them." He smiled, though it wasn't particularly reassuring. Somehow, the way he said it didn't make it sound like that was the actual purpose he had in mind for them, either.