The dark sedan pulls up outside of the tower.  David adjusts his glasses, studying the building. He's been scouting Sanfield for just under a week and now it's time to announce his presence officially.  "Out front will be fine Mr. Jenkins."  His accent is English with a hint of something Eastern European.  Mr. Jenkins; driver, research assistant, ghoul; grunts acknowledgement and brings the sedan to a stop.  "Let us see if I'm expected."  David chuckles and climbs out of the sedan and heads for the front lobby.  
The Ventrue leadership would be quite upset if he spoke to the Malkavian Prince before giving his Clan's Primogen a heads up.  There has been little information concerning Ventrue activity in Sanfield which David finds odd, however the game has rules and David has learned it is best to follow them more often than not.  
He walks up to the main desk with confidence and announces himself.  "David C-C-Cohen.  Perhaps I am expected?"  He ignores his own stutter and offers a slight grin, waiting for the person behind the desk to reply.

The influx of kindred from the crumbling domain of Port Lussuria has been both a bad omen for Sanfield as well as a good thing for certain kindred. Sasha included.

She is the primogen of the smallest clan in the city, her position mostly for show, and this makes her very unhappy...

The last new arrival dissapeared less than a week after he arrived. Sasha wont be recommending the Toreador elders Casino and Hotel as a place to visit anymore...

The man at the desk raises a brow to Davids stutter. But doesnt comment. This time of night everyone is expected. The guard nods to David.

'Welcome to Venture Estates Mister Cohen.'

He punches a button on the desk and off behind him the express elevator opens.

'Miss Moreau is in the penthouse office, I will inform her you are coming up.'

When the Elevator door opens David will see not only Sasha, in a fitted buisnesslike suit looking as sour as ever but Willem Uys, another recent arrival, apparently already engaged in an introduction.

Its a popular night to be a ventrue apparently.

'.....new taxrules were ruining honest bussinessmen and farmers. Those savages have really no economic hair on their miserable heads. And... O sorry I see we have company.
Miss Moreau, Would you care to introduce us, if it pleases you?'

Sasha looks over the new arrival, before glancing to Willem.

'I would but i have yet to make his aquaintance myself. David Cohen i presume?...'

And by presume she means know. She could see him from the elevators security feed his whole ride up.

"Indeed Primogen Moreau, Sir."  He offers polite nods to each in turn, then eyeing Willem..."Pardon t-t-the interuption."  Yes, that was a stutter.  

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'Well then, David, Willem. Have a seat. We have much to discuss... as of now we are clan Ventrue in this domain.'

She says with no small amount of disgust, and resumes her seat.  

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"Yes, I was informed of the fact the clan was dealing with low numbers." Slight smile, which turns serious. Then takes a seat. "Can you please tell of the state of this domain. We need to know the present circumstances before we can strike in the future."  

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Claims the offered seat.  "We had much t-t-the same numbers in Port Lussuria Primogen."  He leans back, adjusting his glasses as he passes a glance over Willem.

Sasha nods to David. 'And what ive heard happened in that domain is much what is happening here.'

She drums her fingers on the tabletop, answering Willems question.

'This domain is under seige. We rooted out sabbat moles only to be attacked by groups shortly afterwards. The prince, a Malkavian is trusting an oracle to guide him to victory...'

She doesnt even have to roll her eyes. She looks to the two kindred for any reactions.

'We are lacking in the true leadership only our clan can provide gentlemen. Prince carter has ruled for a long time, but i fear his mental defects may be getting worse with age...'

"Our main concern is not the prince. How ever his mental defects, we do not have the resources or the manpower to put in our inspired leadership at this time."

*He seems pleased with his metaphores.*

"That means we must lead by example and gather our forces and score some victories, even if they are only symbolic ones. In this way we can win the support of the gratefull kindred and move on to greater tasks."

=Looks to David*

Steeples his hands in front of him, concidering Willem's words.  Then looks toward Sasha.  "I agree with Mr. Uys, Primogen.  History has proven t-t-that the slow road is often best.  However."  Looks over at Willem.  "T-t-time may be short if t-t-the Sabbat are already in t-t-the area in mass."  David fights past his own stuttering which is painful to listen to at times, but it does not seem to bother him.

*Small sigh when David tries to speak mind. When ten seconds pass without words of David he assumes he is done.* "If we want a fast victory, we should either set a trap or hire mercs. Undead or otherwise." *pauses* "If we have time we might want to go setting about creating some influence in the town but that takes a few weeks."  

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His gaze slides from Willem over to Sasha.  "We are new in t-t-this area.  I would hear our Primogen's mind."

'The other clans are doing the bulk of the fighting, as it should be. I agree that our current course of action should be to lead by example and secure whatever influence we can.'

Sasha looks back and forth beetween the two kindred.

'Now i realize you are both green to this domain but what kind of influence would you seek out?'

She may not have the power to hand over influence or even share what little she has, but at least she knows who has their fingers in what around here and can help them avoid any... issues.

"Well i have some expericience in ground claims and can find my way around cityhall, zoning permits and so on. Depending on the resistance i get i could see in how much of cityhall is open for me. Also unless vampire allready has control i should be able to take over the local diamond and gold trade. Should give us some capital."

He listens to Willem then offers a slight smile.  "My t-t-talents lie elsewhere, as my sire before me I follow t-t-the path of t-t-the scholar."  He chuckles softly.  "What I loose in dignitas I make up for in information.  However I often get along well with t-t-those Clans with a more scholarly bent.  C-C-Clans Nosferatu and T-T-Tremere for example.  I speak t-t-their language."

*a small thought exchange within the confines of Willem`s brain: If the language is the same speed as this guy has, those are going LONG brainstorm sessions. Losing dignitas?? This guys is nuts, who ever embraced him should be staked and baked for crimes against the bloodline. But let`s see if we can educate him a bit.*

*He puts up a friendly smile.*
"But my dear David haven`t you heard about scholarkings.Mostly Brujah but still. You can have dignitas and still look up stuff in books. You could take over the university or an important newspaper. You just have to think further in your sphere of influence. Any ideas?"

Sasha merely rolls her eyes a bit at Davids offer of being the liason with the other clans.

'As studious and knowledgable as you may be David your speech Deficiency doesnt make you too desireable as a face for our clan.'

A direct bitch as always, but she moves right along.

'I like your angle Willem, to my knowledge there are no other kindred involved in the precious commodities trade in this city. Its an area ripe for the taking... And David, there is a university that could be of some use, or at least provide a feeding ground we can control.'

Keeps his expression neutral.  Because Sasha says something isn't so doesn't mean it isn't so.  He simply nods.  He won't be speaking to either of his fellow Ventrue unless asked a direct question.  He's quite used to being underestimated.