<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/>"What now, ma'am?" Barir asked, from behind the Sheriff and a little to her left. All in all it had been an... interesting evening to say the least. He had met one of the blood-mages, almost fallen to the Beast, been presented to the Kindred of the city, almost been eaten by one of the Harpies, and had exchanged words, if little else, with one of Set's followers. Interesting, yes. Still, all this standing around amidst roving eyes did little for his nerves, and he wanted to let loose and free a little energy. There was still considerable time left before the first rays of dawn pierced the sky, and he wondered if the Sheriff had any other activities planned for him and the other "agents".<br/><br/>At the very least, there had not been an attack. He had been assured time and again that nothing short of the vaporization of the area around and half of DC would be able to pierce the sanctity of Elysium, but a small voice in the back of his head, the one that had kept him alive while on the run, the one that was always suspicious of everyone and everything, whispered that there were always weaknesses in the system, always ways to get in. And there might, but fortunately the line had not been breached tonight. Still, it didn't stop from feeling as though he wanted to act jittery and on edge.<br/><br/>He watched the departing Kindred as he waited for the Sheriff to respond. He wondered how many would sleep in actual coffins, and how many would sleep in satin-silk beds amid warm bodies of a herd who waited on their every whim. Ah, to be so carefree. But everyone was given a different task in life, everyone had been handed different problems, and the only one who could solve those problems was the one they were given to. He supposed that he should be thankful that his problems were minor in comparison to some's, but the enmity of his former clan weighed heavily on him, and was something he wished he could take back, let go of, or even simply forget and have nothing to do with again. A silly wish, but there was little else he could wish for at the moment.