Satisfaction Graunted

[Francis Beauclair]

Francis stood at the head of the long mahogany table in his new suite of offices and scanned the board room in his new office, cold grey eyes seeking out any imperfection. Exquisite high back chairs, acquired through a contact from amoung those stolen during the French revolution, stood on either side of the table in neat ranks. In the centre of the table a tall silver coffee pot steamed it's delicious aroma reminding his heightened senses of some of those pleasures that had been lost along the way. He drummed his fingures irritabley on the back of a chair as he waited for his guests to arrive.

[Zhaspar Clyntahn]

A black, gold lined carriage arrives outside the office block. The earlier rain that had locals cursing the weather had since died down, replaced by a gentle drizzle. Preempting the driver and with the carriage barely at a standstill Zhaspar opens the door to jump down to the damp flagstone floor. He strides towards the closed door, rapping his snake headed septor three times against the door to France's offices. Behind him Villary gingerly exits the carriage less briskly, taking the time to nod her thanks to Simmons and make her way towards the perhaps slightly too polite attendant welcoming her charge in and out of the rain.

The walk up to Francis's office is brief, however Zhaspar takes the time to approve of how fast the recent renovations progressed, what-ever else Aque Sulis may be and whatever it may become, it surely would not be because of any lack of industry. Approaching Francis's office as before Viligary pauses outside the door and Zhaspar makes his way inside. Unlike some he has no time for needless ceremony. A simple bow will be sufficient he muses.

Bowing swiftly, he meets the Prince's eye.

"Prince Beauclair, thank you for your invitation. you certainly have chosen a functional, but no less impressive venue".

He pauses, waiting for an invitation to sit, trying at this point to gauge something about the tone of this meeting from the prince's expression.

[Francis Beauclair]

Thank you for coming Elder Clyntan you honour me with your presence, gesturing to Villary perhaps your colleague would like to wait downstairs, I am sure they will be taken very good care of, This relates to the rather delicate matter we discussed previously.

[Francis Beauclair]

He gestures to one of the ornate chairs around the table. "please take a seat I am sure the others will be joining us shortly". Is there anything you would like to make you more comfortable.

Francis waits for a short time for Lady Leverson to arrives arrive and when she does also issues her solicitously into the room. He seat her on the opposite side of the table several feet of polished mahogany table between the two of you.

"I have asked you both here as you expressed gave concerns regarding a formula that you had both learned of that presented an unacceptable risk to the oldest and most valued of our number. I have spoke to those responsible for it's creation and they assure me that their only desire was to provide us with a weapon that could be used against the sabbat as they were asked to do however clearly the risk such a weapon presents are unacceptable.

It has therefore been agreed that knowledge of this formula will be removed from them using domination of the mind. They are both skilled practitioners in arts of controlling the mind an each has agreed to whip the information from the other".

Francis pauses for breath and to observe your reactions

[Zhaspar Clyntahn]

Zhaspar lounges back in his ornate seat and smiles.

"A sound and balanced decision all things considered. My view on your choice of action is very much unchanged. Of cause there are some who may call for a much harsher penalty, the very knowledge of this formular's existence is a profound threat to the Camarilla and if word ever got out...."

At the last sentence Zhaspar's smile falters.

[Francis Beauclair]

"Indeed" Francis replies. He turns to include Lady Leverson. "I know both of you are well respected in kindred society and I hope that having satisfied yourselves that the relevant information no longer presents a risk you will feel able to reassure them those who respect your opinion. Obviously the principles in this matter no longer have detailed information regarding the formula however I would ask if you have any questions for me regarding the situation?"

[CFlaubert]

Constance and Dorian arrive together. She, dressed in a long black dress, split along one side. He, ever the Victorian gentleman.

"Prince Beauclair" she bows directly towards the Prince. "Elders" she nods to Lady Leverson and Elder Clyntahn in turn.

"Thank you for inviting us here. I am happy to answer any questions, that any of you have, in order to assuage your concerns in this matter. "

She takes an available seat, as does Dorian.

((I am sure Dorian will make the relevant pleasantries etc, but i'm not well equipped to write him, so i'm leaving it brief, nothing other than that is intended here))

[Francis Beauclair]

Francis welcomes Constanse and Dorian in and gestures for them to be seated further down the table. "Thank you for coming both of you, can I confirm that you are both in agreement with the suggestion that was put forwards?

[CFlaubert]

Constance nods.

"Yes. We are both in agreement with the suggestion. We each will wipe this information from the mind of the other. We are ready to proceed".

Her voice is as dispassionate as ever. Her expression remains unchanged.

[Francis Beauclair]

"Very good. The room next door is ready, you will not be disturbed". He turns to Clyntan and Leverson, "unless my colleagues have any questions please please proceed".