Shopping for replacements.

[Regulus Grey]

It is not long after midnight when the large black Raven flutters down into an alley nearby the Silver Thimble. Amber eyes look back and forth, a brief rustle in the gutter causes a twitch of the head. No mortals around.

A shimmer of energy surround the Raven and black feathers seem to withdraw into the skin as the mass of the bird rapidly expands, soon Regulus Grey crouches where the Raven had stood. Rising, the Gangrel brushes dirt off his hands and straightens his white shirt. Stepping out of the alley he makes his way to the Silver Thinble and pushes the door open slowly, stepping inside and waiting for someone to answer the bell above the door.