2. San Francisco, October 8th, 2022 (RP)

Giulia winced at the tone somewhat. This seemed an obvious barb to unsettle her. I grew up close to here. It’s my home and the territory I know best. Besides, the nightlife is something else. then perhaps going too far but irked, Maybe I should show you it sometime? You can show me how it’s done in merry old England.

Giulia looked to Erik. Sarge seemed relaxed and calm. She had a feeling that she would need to draw on his strength the longer the night went on.

Oct. 8th, Elysium -- 9:45 PM
Isaac smiles at Erik and makes a flippant gesture with his hand. "Alas, sometimes we don't get to choose when we leave our territory. Sometimes events force us out. It can happen to anyone, Erik."

Meredith chuckles at Giulia. "Ooo I would so love that! Take me out into the city with you. Isaac is so boring."

"And I promise, nothing bad will happen if you can't keep up with me," she says. "On my honor."





The other kindred gathered round the couch laugh at Meredith's response as if it were some form of joke. The laughing dies off as a kindred man approaches from the bank of windows at the back of the room.

"A promise like that would require honor, Meredith," he says in a heavy French accent.

He ignores any rebuttal from the English woman and speaks directly to Erik and Giulia. "Come. Halvor would like to speak with you." And with out waiting for a reply he turns and heads back toward the windows, expecting you to follow.

Erik stands up and looks around the room before following Gabe. All these plans being made and no one to lead them. Makes one think of stepping up.

Following Gabe, Erik mentally prepares himself for anything.

Oct. 8th, Elysium -- 10:00 PM
The party arrives at the bank of windows, the skyline bright beyond the glass. A group of kindred are talking--vampires in all manner of street garb. Their attentions are all fixed on one man who stands with his back to the windows. He speaks to the assembled mass with smooth, assertiveness. It's Halvor Akre.Halvor finishes speaking to the gathered kindred, then dismisses them. "Good luck out there," he says to them with a think Norwegian accent.

As the group disperses, Halvor turns to Erik. He opens his arms in greeting. "Ah, Erik! You accepted my invitation. And I see you brought your friend with you." He bows to Giulia. "Welcome kvinne."

Pleasantries over he asks of you both, "So tell me. How is the city? What is going on in the streets these nights?"