Trying to Get Home

[Valentina Audley]

Not a good time to be noticed right now. Valentina has been sitting very quietly, hoping that this is the easiest way to avoid her Elders' ire.

At Uriah's outburst Valentina's eyes widen in fright and she huddles down a little, her aura dimming as she pulls herself in. She'd have liked to have followed Keane, certainly she favours Anton over Marchaux, but now really didn't seem to be the time to show interest in Malkavian Elders or the affairs of neonates.

[Lucius Servius]

Lucius does not react to the noise outside. One does not remain an elder by rushing headlong into danger. Bravery was for the Archons of the sect. Besides things were far more interesting in this very room.

"You were correct when you said the actions of one shame all, and as a Ventrue i feel only shame for the insult Mythras has done to one who extended the hand of peace in good faith. I hope all kindred of note use the events of nights previous to see the God-Emperor's true colours and I wish you well in repaying in kind the insult he hath wrought".

[Andross Blint]

As the noise goes on and the room evacuates, Andross gets quite visibly ticked off as his head slumps into his hand with frustration. He straightens himself out and stans to Uriah with head bowed.

"Again i must apologise for the embarrassments my clan has caused this evening. They should know better than to behave as brutish hooligans when such esteemed persons are about. If there is a price you would ask me pay on my clans behalf, please state it, i can only envision them continuing like this at this rate while they remain awake. That offer stands to all those here as well as Prince Uriah, my clan are causing commotion to all, it is only fair all recieve payment should they wish it."

[Posh-Tim]

Keane re-enters the Tavern struggling under the weight of a bloodied heap that resembles a slightly moaning Anton. He stops momentarily and looks around. Looking to Uriah first he starts a bow and nearly topples forwards. He saves it before falling and instead inclines his head.
"My apologies to every one. We will be retiring for a short time." He let's the image of the two of them, soaked through and covered in blood speak for him. He shoots a look at Andross and then turns to negotiate the stairs and find a room, disappearing for now.

[Jean-Jacques]

A few moments after Keane, Jean-Jacques enters,

He is soaked through, streaks of blood and dirt adorn his clothing

He casts a look around for someone or something, then, after bowing to Prince Uriah, Lucius, Daciana, Valentina and Andross, he heads further into the inn and leaves the main room

[alanwrotethis]

The Sheriff returns, wearing his coat over his shoulders. Apart from mild scuffs he is unmarked.

"My sincerest apologies elders, hearing the disruption outside I felt obliged, as Sheriff of the affected kindreds' court, to intercede. It does not do for neonates to misrepresent their pedigree in affray, especially outdoors.
"My apologies especially to you, Prince Uriah. The fracas outside might have drawn attention from your words and counsel had it continued, I could not tolerate such a possibility. I trust that the kindred involved will make earnest reparations. If they do not... I know you bear visage great and terrible, your admonishment will be a worthy sight, if those upstarts are worthy of it. If there is anything I can do to express your sentiment, please let me know."

He removes his coat and bows to the assembled kindred before sitting. He takes a deep breath.

"We have not properly exchanged words before, Prince Uriah. We have met, but not under circumstances in which I was worthy to be introduced. My name has been given, but also me to restate it. I am Sheriff Nathan Dukes of Aquae Sulis. Should you or your colleagues pass through my city, I would be humbled to be of service in representing my court."

[Uriah]

Uriah leans back at Andross' responce his jaw working around as if stifling further speech. He watches at the procession of kindred that return indoors. Particularly he pays attention to Jean-Jacques walking by without a word. The movement stops and the muscles in his jaw tighten. Dukes draws his attention instead. When he finishes speaking there is a moments silence wherein it appears Uriah is coming to a decision. In a flash his manner returns and he is sat easily in his chair.
"Well, Sheriff Dukes, I shall look forward to weighing upon that generosity when I visit. In addition to such reparations I shall look forward to hearing what actions you have taken regarding these kindred of your domain."
The 'Your' part of the statement is quite a pointed one.
He rounds on Andross.
"Reperations and service. How can I refuse." the smile he gives isn't even the slightest bit reassuring.
"However, this is a fallow realm and whilst a Prince of the Camarilla, I would not think of extending my hand where it was not my place to do so. Hence I shall turn to my friend Elder Daciana here who, as a Harpy, holds jurisdiction wherever she chooses to tread. That she may advise how best this may be resolved."
Uriah turns graciously to the Elder with a look of polite entreaty.

[Daciana]

"Wait... Mithras harmed a political act ordained and encouraged by the Camarilla?" she hissed. She has a wild look to those eyes, made more zealous by a Ventrue's admission that Mithras were to blame.

But then the shouts, and everyone vanishes. Daciana's aura leaps with barbed concern - her eyes swinging to the door. A bizare flurry of emotions then; she looks animated in an unguarded moment, militistic, and almost as if she would move but forces herself to cover her more aggressive reaction.

Petting her dress daintily, Daciana peels her attention back.

.... But she's distracted again by the impossibly bloodied heap in Keane's arms, and actually stands this time, angry indignant horror lining her open mouth. This time she doesn't try to mask her reaction.

Impatience bullrushes into her blood - this really was ridiculous - but Dukes appearing helped appease the emotion long enough that she stares at him with violent focus, expectation pouring off her in waves. She hears out the explanation, and do not interrupt, though a muscle goes off in her jaw.

"This is the jurisdiction of an Archon, when best we can locate one," she says in a low voice, the words escaping in a measured hiss beneath clenched teeth. She unlocks her jaw slowly. Forces her hackles down. A lot of the irritation looked trapped, directed at something else.

"And yes, duckie," she forced her voice even, though it remained low as she watched Dukes. "Although your offer is kind I am sure, this is not Prince Uriah's domain." She pauses. "Although... as the only sponsor to the event present tonight, and since you are all vacating said event still - you remain, technically, on his sponsorship." She blinks.

"It is an odd situation because Prince Uriah cannot truly offer Hospitality here of the like you could beyond Reading, such as in Oxford. So it is all a mess. Really, it is the wider Camarilla who deal with larger issues here, but Prince Uriah and Mithras to ensure the event runs smoothly."

"You are off duty here, Sheriff, this is well beyond your need to step in. So it should... really..." she said in some mounting horror even as the words left her mouth. "Be Prince Uriah who offers you thanks and recompense, in some form, for disrupting what looks like a violent exchange. Mithras, too, should technically."

Her eyes swing to Uriah. "Unless of course you are able to ensure such reparations can be given to this Tremere Elder, by those parties who wronged the peace. And only if that would satisfy him. It is, otherwise, your responsibility Prince. You might argue it at a conclave that it were the wider sect's responsibility, but no Justicar would buy it. And no conclave is going to be called for so small an affair, unless that really was Fortescue's childe up there, and if that was really the Prince of Strasburg's Childe. That is more worrying, then. Prince Uriah, if you wanted to avoid any possible political issue this could cause, in light of events between these Clans... perhaps resolving this tonight would be paramount."

Tiredly she says to Dukes, "You're gone above and beyond your requirements here. It is you who is owed the thanks, Elder. A remarkable demonstration of duty that does you due credit."

"... I would speak to that Neonate, later - the Brujah."

[alanwrotethis]

He pauses. The squeak of a gear turning in the back of his mind.

Surely they.... what? Seven shades, when was the last time a harpy approved... Seven fucking shades...

His left eye twitches.

"Elder Daciana, your assessment is most mind and complimentary. I shall strive to maintain the standard put forth by your measure. I remain a loyal sword of the Camarilla. "

He tilts his head. Even now he can't quite maintain eye contact with Uriah, choosing instead a brief glance and deferential nod.

"Prince Uriah, I would be happy to see this matter put to rest tonight, so that no mention of it leaves this place. I act at your leave and discretion, knowing your integrity to be the yardstick by which all courts are measured. "

He shrinks into his chair, trying very hard not to push his luck. He hears a voice roaring with laughter, realises it is his own, imagined, trilling with secret glee.

I rather wish Aurelia had seen this he thinks, trimming away a thread of insecurity and marveling at his inner fabric.

[Uriah]

Uriah blinks. He doesn't look shocked or stunned by the assessment instead just, pausing for a few moments. His Aura clamps down so hard that anyone who can see it gets and almost Audible *clang*
He smiles widely and nods to Elder Daciana.
"Of course, how well you describe the situation and its resolution. My thanks for the sage advise and wisdom."
He turns somewhat elaborately towards Dukes.
"And to our noble Sheriff, indeed you have my utmost thanks and gratitude. Upon my word shall this be put to rest before we leave this establishment."
His smile is wide and genuine, his eyes on the other hand radiate a cold blue steel that leaves little room for interpretation.
"Now then, where were we."
He sits back once again, a picture of grace and interest in the upcoming conversation.