An Architect calls

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina raised an eyebrow at the sight of the quilt being wrapped around Elder Keane. She recognised it well.

“So Primogen Granville, how are you finding your new position?” The moment Hermina had said that, she regretted it. She had meant to create some conversation but then realised that Grace may not like the topic. She tries to smile sweetly as an apology.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina, who has been discreetly watching the room, can't quite help a giggle at Keane's predicament, though she smothers it almost immediately by pretending to sip her drink.

[Lady Grace]

Grace genuinely smiles at the angry purrito. A familiar sight.
Then snaps back to attention at Hermina's words.

Concentrate and think Grace reminds herself,
"Well," she pauses, "if I am honest it's all been a bit of a whirlwind. It's not something I expected and it does seem to have caused a bit of a stir so, for now, I am weathering the storm until I hear that I am not suitable for the position in which case I am happy to take a step back again."

[Anton]

“Of course Elder.”

Anton backs away from the Elder Burrito, and glances to the door of the kitchen, seeing it closed.

“Given there is a horse in there, can I ask if drinks are provided elsewhere?”

Politely, he doesn’t presume on those tumblers in the room already.

[Manacledairman]

[Laurence]

Laurence rises, picking up a tumbler from the table and pressing it into Anton's hands.

"There you go. Now sit down and tell me. What do you know of the time immediately before the Night of Fire?"

Laurence sits down next to Grace again, taking a sip from his hip flask and focusing on Anton.

[Madam Zaragoza]

“Neonate Anton, I would love a drink too dear.” Hermina looks down at her glass to find that Jean-Jacques is already pouring something into it. “Oh.. er don’t worry Neonate Anton, Jean .. I mean Neonate Jean-Jacques has already been very attentive host.” She looks up at Jean with a grateful smile, “Thank you.”

[Anton]

“Thank you Architect,” Anton smiles - and rather easily. Although Anton takes the glass from Laurence, he passing the Brujah a small nod, he keeps his attention on Aldrich out of status. “It is Anton Kilner, Elder Beaufort, and I am a Neonate of Clan Malkavian.”

Anton doesn’t take a seat, he moves across the room to stand by Keane. “Ancilla Stoker you will need be more specific. Oratory discourse is something I left behind in life. I am no storyteller, I’m afraid. What of the era could I help enlighten your lack on? I was but a newly embraced childe. I suppose I could tell you about what the Brujah were doing then...? That was - very - well documented.”

He does not turn to Hermina nor seem to register her comments.

[Manacledairman]

[Posh-Tim]

Keane holds a hand out to recieve the drink off Anton.