Trying to Get Home

[Manacledairman]

[Jean-Jacques]

“We came to blows”

[Valentina Audley]

Laurence's query and Aldrich's subsequent denial makes Valentina pause. She glances at Andross from under lowered lashes, keen to see his reaction.

[Andross Blint]

[Lady Grace]

Grace freezes at the mention of Prince Uriah.
Then she panics at Vykos's name.
She remembers when Vykos walked through a rip in the sky, his fire and her frenzy.
She remembers watching events after the awful awful fight.
She remembers Laurence coaching her through being able to look at a fire again.
She remembers Dukes, Aurelia and Vykos poking around the images in her mind of her attack on the road to Cirencester.

She remembers that she ought to be angry about something but she isn't.

Grace turns back to leaning into Aldrich to cover her tears

[Uriah]

The door swings open, it is as if the rain has abated for just a moment as the figure is almost perfectly dry. Sharp blue eyes look out from behind a red mask and brogues clap loudly upon the floor as a figure enters the tavern.
To those with the senses to see it his aura practically pulses with contained power, those without still feel their eyes drawn to his latent Presence. His gaze sweeps the room taking in those there, a nod to Elders Aldritch and Dukes. A look of the slightest confusion regarding the sopping elder sat next to Valentina. Upon whom his eyes rest for a long, long heartbeat.
He regards the others with an air of slightest disdain.
"Ancilla Audley, I have informed Hamlyn that he is to have the night off duties. I will be your escort this evening, that is unless you would prefer this... gentleman's company."
He steps further into the room and selects a chair in which he can lounge. There was no specific ordering to the furniture in the room before now but as he sits down, all the others seats appear arranged around his.
He looks back over to Alditch's sofa;
"And is that Ancilla Granville? I did think I saw you at my salon last night, my how well you are looking."
A slight smile then finally to Jean-Jacques;
"You, Childe, you may fetch me a drink."
And Uriah settles back to enjoy the company he will be keeping for the night.

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques looks toward Grace whose attention is elsewhere and stands and bows deeply towards Uriah

He then heads for an internal door to search for a drink

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina is surprised at Uriah's arrival, in as much as she hadn't thought something as mundane as a storm would give him pause for thought, let alone cause him to break his journey. She's also excessively grateful for the towel between herself and Keane. She doesn't dare to think what Uriah would have said had Keane's arm been around her.

She stands and dips into a deep, graceful curtsey in a smooth and practiced movement.

"Your Highness, you are too kind and I an always grateful for time spent in your presence." She says politely.

"May I present Elder Keane Ariellson, Primogen of Clan Malkavian in Aquae Sulis? " she continues, gesturing at Keane.

"Elder Keane, this is Prince Uriah of Oxford, of clan Toreador." That part of the introduction was probably irrelevant but there is a cadence to these things thst should be respected.

She stays balanced in her curtsey for a long moment, before slipping back into her seat, though this time there is a definite space between herself and Keane.

[Posh-Tim]

Keane shakes his head.
"Not quite Primogen yet, I believe that will have to wait until the next sitting of the Primogen Council."
He smiles in a benign fashion at Uriah but declines any form of standing or welcome.
"Uriah? I am sure I have heard many things about you but I don't believe we've met. I do recognise you though. I think I may have seen you before in a vision."
Keane was, of course, perfectly aware of who Uriah was. Those that knew what to expect would be able to tell his aura was far more carefully bland than the usual confused mixture of blending emotional States.
"Though that was a wonderful party you gave us. You have my thanks."
He wonders how much of it was planned and how much a happy accident.
He looks besides at Valentina having moved away looks like he might say something but does not.

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques returns to the room, bearing a tray, a whisky bottle and a single glass.

He arranges a small table and sets the tray down, pours a few drams, picks the tray back up and holds it next to Uriah, whilst bowing deeply.