<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/1314109481901.jpg)</div><strong>Joanna Kyleson - Follower of Set - Appearance 3 - Status 1 - Blush of Health</strong><br/><br/>The soft tap-tap of the cane only marginally caught her attention amidst the din of music and barely audible chatter, but as the man came up, she still did her best to put on her best smile.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9790412#msg9790412">Quote from: VonDoom on 31-03-2014, 23:48:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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, <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Good evening," she replied, giving a curtsy with a flourish of her lavender dress.  "I'm Joanna Kyleson," she began, but the next three words came with the sort of soft tremble that only the reasonably attentive would catch.  She didn't hold any disgust of her own, but perhaps she had seen it come all too often from others.  "Follower of Set."  With that done, though, her cheerfulness was back in force.  "It's a pleasure to meet you."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9790412#msg9790412">Quote from: VonDoom on 31-03-2014, 23:48:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>With that, she stepped forward on the Malkavian's behalf, an apparently defensive posture for him.  Her eyes explained in detail that she wanted to explain to him but could not, and simply pleaded that he accepted the request to come.  "These aren't for consumption," she explained, reaching out for his arm in order to gently tug him away if it became necessary.  "I'm sure you understand."