With the patience of the rather old, the Ventrue Primogen waited in a room of the abandoned school's west wing, having arrived an hour before the appointed time. It was room made unusual by the presence of the playthings scattered about. To find toys in a school, of all places, was a source of wonder to him; how the world had changed since he had been young.
Statue still, he stood with his back pushed into a corner, senses preternaturally sharpened, gaze on the doorway now that he had assured himself that he was, for now, alone. It wasn't that he had any particular reason to mistrust the Harpy, but he did bear a typical vampiric aversion to being approached unseen.