<strong>Michael Donnelly - Tremere Chantry</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110726/09/4e2ef1ba6fec8.jpg)</div>The Chantry door opened and a woman with austere features stared down at Michael. She was tall, for a woman, and stiletto heels added to her height. A blonde brow arched in a display that was not quite a question. Recognition maybe? If the woman felt any pleasure in seeing Michael, she hid it well. No smile welcomed him, no kind words. There might have been a flash of displeasure in the regal woman’s eyes. “Who else would you be?” She said, opening the door for him. “Come in.”<br/><br/>Behind them the door was closed by unseen hands. “We’ve been told to expect your arrival.” The lady preceded him through the corridors. “I am Vivian Howard, your primogen.” She omitted the usual ‘pleasure to meet you’. “Until and unless Regent Moreau sends for you, you will be free to go around the Chantry and into the city, provided you contact the scourge before your first visit or make your first visit your introduction to Prince Hunter. We don't like accidents here.” A slender, pale hand extended an ivory rolodex card. It had a phone number printed on it.<br/><br/>Vivian stopped in front of a door, identical to four or five similar doors they had passed. “This is your room. If you need anything that isn’t already provided, send word to Apprentice Harrington and he’ll have someone look into it.” The door opened to a windowless room, sparingly furnished. It held the essentials: a bed, a bookcase, a closet as well as a heavy desk and a desk chair. The floor was covered with a thick carpet in the color of burnished copper. “If and when you leave the Chantry, you are to send word to me of your destination before you go.” She pointed to a rotary dial phone sitting on his desk. Next to it was a rolodex, which seemed mostly empty. It was opened at the C and held a couple of house dial codes. Vivian’s number was 22.<br/><br/>“If you have questions, this would be a good time.”<br/>