Trying to Get Home

[alanwrotethis]

"I think it would be foolhardy to presume any ancilla capable of taking what Prince Jean Buridan has claimed, the mere suggestion is shockingly indecent, Elder Lucius."

Niketas pauses.

"I was there, at the salon. The cup is the house, and the bill was due. That's what gambling is. Vortigern was present at the salon's end, vouched for the magic of the night, claimed his childe Mordred had worked them in centuries past with that very same cup. I wouldn't dare put doubt on his testimony, though I do not know who was responsible for last night's rites. "

[Bronwyn93]

Angelina enters the tavern, holding up the hem of her skirt to try and keep it from getting too muddy from the foul weather that had stranded so many travellers that evening. Her hair darkened from the rain, causing the loose strands to curl and frizz slightly more so than normal.

Looking around at all those already in the room she pauses near the door, hesitating to come in too much further, ready to apologise and take her leave if anyone seemed offended by her entry.

[Lucius Servius]

Lucius leans forward. “So you are confirming what the Ancila says?” Lucius looks skeptical.

“Well, ill take your word for it. I must say, good on Vortigern and his retinue of the absurd to show up and immediately confess to everything.” Lucius laughs. “I mean if he didn’t we be in the unfortunate situation of having to assign blame to the one who provided the cup in question and who orchestrated the whole event?”

halfway into a laugh Lucius looks up in delight. "My pet. how unexpectently wonderful"

[Daciana]

There is a long silence from Daciana as she digests this. She stares at Lucius for the space of several heartbeats, deeply conflicted with something internal.

"Vortigern himself - was there? And you say Mithras has somehow affected this cup, with ill-intent perhaps?"

Her gaze slides slowly to Uriah, but then Dukes. "You are speaking in riddles, sir. Could you clarify? Who the damn was it, Vortigern or Mithras, or does nobody know? It was Mithras' cup. He certainly provided it."

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina spots Angelina, opens her mouth to wlecome her and have her sit by her, then realises she'll only be able to speak Brythonic and shuts her mouth again, contenting herself with a small smile and wave in Angelina's direction.

[alanwrotethis]

"I can only report what I saw. The cup is ancient, magical, anyone can hold it, but it has only one master, it told me so itself. Vortigern proudly claimed it as his at night's end, said it belonged to him long before. I will not dispute that. I cannot say whose intent led to it being at the salon last night, or if there was any intent at all. I do not know the magic needed to awaken the cup, the only kindred who claimed to in my presence were Vortigern in reference to Mordred. Forgive me for not having more information, Elder Daciana. "

[Daciana]

Daciana looks like a secretary trying to assimilate a whole lot of information in not a very large amount of time.

She closes her eyes and reopens them, very slowly.

"I see."

She waves a hand distractedly, not looking up. "Come in girl, don't linger."

"Prince Uriah, what is your take on this?" She's careful not to choose too may leading questions, clearly. "You had no part in any of this? Did you imagine might appear? Quite the guest for its lack on any list."

[Uriah]

Uriah shakes his head a little from his languid pose on his chair. He looks at Daciana with an open expression.
"I must admit I am still gathering a great deal of this information myself. It is certainly true that Mithras provided the cup in question. Whatever provenance it holds with either Vortigern or this Mordred individual is unknown to me. Though I fail to believe Mithras would provide such an artifact, and with such fanfare and aplomb as to have no fore-knowledge of it."
A slight shift in his expression but nothing quite accusatory.
"As to Vortigern himself," a little shrug and an unconcerned expression. "The celebration itself was open to all. Vortigern is a Prince of the camarilla now. It was unexpected but not something I could think to take umbrage with. Should he have acted untoward I am sure I shall needs take action but I have heard nothing of the sort thus far and did not see him there myself."
His tone is casual and conversational. Those able to see his aura see it once again myriad shades of nobility throwing little heraldic sigils at its periphery.

[Bronwyn93]

Spotting a few familiar faces, Angelina relaxed slightly, and stepped further in, smiling in response to the fellow Toreador. However, Elder Lucius' words earned a suppressed cringe as she glanced at him and the dropped her gaze away from him quickly.

The young toreador looked around the room for a vacant seat in a safe place in the room, not wanting to sit too close to any of the clearly powerful people in the room in case of causing offence.

[Daciana]

Daciana shot Angelina a distracted look, and impatiently patted the seat on her available side. "Girl - I said don't linger! Sit here."

She says it mostly to compose her own reaction, and buy herself time to think. Thus, when the elder looks up at Uriah it's with a passive gaze, full of receptive interest.

"I see. It sounds terribly improper to turn up unnannounced, but we can't all be stellar beacons of respect to our hosts. No matter. I presume the elders here have it all in hand?" She gestures to Lucius and Dukes, who had said as much. "An investigation can always yield good results as to the rest of this nonsense. If Vortigern - or Mithras - really is to blame for an artifact that has caused so much strife, it must be seen to, it simply must."

"So," she rounded on Angelina. "What's your story, pet? And don't tell me something as dull as Nothing interesting about me. Every woman is interesting."