Sabine - Mmm... that is strange. Cultural artifacts? Pardon me, milady but I'm not sure what that could possibly be about. However, if I had to start chasing rumors I'd start over at the Market. Those little imps are always hearing one thing or other.
Nicki - I have no idea. She's etheric, not like any human girl I've ever seen, I'm not even sure she's human... that's just it, she's definitely not Scion or Bloodborn either. I'd almost say, it's something between the two. Interested yet?
**Nicki took a moment to answer, Cassandra's quip seeming to have cut deeper than she intended.**
Nicki - I wouldn't put anything past him, to be perfectly honest. However, I just can't be sure. I don't think the veil is him, it happened too suddenly. There's a new girl in town though, and he's been keeping her close to his coattails. Vampire politics are a quagmire, but I'd like you to watch her. Whatever happens, she'll be involved, I'm positive.
Nicki - The du Verre girls aren't my concern. Yes, the mountains. Cardalu is up to something, and I think it coincides with the veil. He was visited recently by a very strange messenger. I need you to keep your ear to the ground with this, whatever you can find out. The council is in an uproar, and yet he sits back like it's the front row of the Hyperion.
**Nicholas tousled his hair even more, a habitual habit it seemed. As he sat down, he rested his a hand on his forehead, staring through one eye at Cassandra in exasperation.**
Nicki - You are too mischievous for your own good. Humph, there's something more important to talk about. How much do you know about what's going on right now?
Sabine - I'll keep one on chill for you, just in case.
--
**Shortly after Sabine had returned with Sandra's food and a weird looking smoky purple drink, a very shabbily dressed nobleman walked into the Heart; his hair was a mass of dark chocolate curls, bed-tussled from the looks of it. He wore a fine wool blazer of deep burgundy, richly cut but disheveled to perfection, stitched with golden seam work. His highborn features spoke of his importance, though they held a perpetually sad expression. This was the Count of Clermont, Nicohlas de Montferrat.**
Nicki - Good evening, Tìa. Really, must I chase you down every time I want a word? My time is important you know, it's not all social calls and parties...
**The jakari woman returned Cassandra's greeting with familiar warmth.**
Sabine - Good, milady. Thank you. I was told to inform you that your nephew says, 'Sandra, you held me up again... No, don't say anything. Order a Vodun Priestess and whatever you're having. Be there shortly.' -- That was all of it, milady.
**Mistress Montferrat was greeted to the usual faire of patrons at the Heart, the tables were strung with the nobility in intervals around the dinning room; handsome young couples sitting down to a candlelit evening; and even a few government lackeys out for a night on the town. The place was live. A lovely young jakari approached her table, dressed in a uniform of silk black shorts, white lace shirt, and to complete the ensemble, a black bow tie.**
Sabine - Lady Montferrat? I have a message for you.
Sabine - Thank you, milady. And good hunting!
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Sabine - Hello again, Lady Cassandra. I'm afraid not milady, It's been a busy night so far.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Nicki - Good. Now, I have an early day tomorrow, and dinner is one me. Do try and stay out of trouble though.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Nicki - I have no idea. She's etheric, not like any human girl I've ever seen, I'm not even sure she's human... that's just it, she's definitely not Scion or Bloodborn either. I'd almost say, it's something between the two. Interested yet?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Nicki - I wouldn't put anything past him, to be perfectly honest. However, I just can't be sure. I don't think the veil is him, it happened too suddenly. There's a new girl in town though, and he's been keeping her close to his coattails. Vampire politics are a quagmire, but I'd like you to watch her. Whatever happens, she'll be involved, I'm positive.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Nicki - The du Verre girls aren't my concern. Yes, the mountains. Cardalu is up to something, and I think it coincides with the veil. He was visited recently by a very strange messenger. I need you to keep your ear to the ground with this, whatever you can find out. The council is in an uproar, and yet he sits back like it's the front row of the Hyperion.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Nicki - You are too mischievous for your own good. Humph, there's something more important to talk about. How much do you know about what's going on right now?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
--
**Shortly after Sabine had returned with Sandra's food and a weird looking smoky purple drink, a very shabbily dressed nobleman walked into the Heart; his hair was a mass of dark chocolate curls, bed-tussled from the looks of it. He wore a fine wool blazer of deep burgundy, richly cut but disheveled to perfection, stitched with golden seam work. His highborn features spoke of his importance, though they held a perpetually sad expression. This was the Count of Clermont, Nicohlas de Montferrat.**
Nicki - Good evening, Tìa. Really, must I chase you down every time I want a word? My time is important you know, it's not all social calls and parties...
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Sabine - And will that be all, milady? Shall I bring over more wine?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Sabine - Good, milady. Thank you. I was told to inform you that your nephew says, 'Sandra, you held me up again... No, don't say anything. Order a Vodun Priestess and whatever you're having. Be there shortly.' -- That was all of it, milady.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Sabine - Lady Montferrat? I have a message for you.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.