Having visited a member of his herd and prepared his stamina for the evening, Reginald settles in at a work space in the Laboratory.  A ghoul is sent off with a polite message to summon Jillian and Sebastian at their convenience.  The message only states that a ritual will be performed to their benefit, once certain information has been acquired from them individually.  A set of carefully scribed notes and a single tome rest next to a small collection of basic ritualistic tools on the table before him.  

 Reginald settles in to read and record any thoughts that occur to him as he waits for his first visitor.

Never a dull moment as of late.  This is not what the Chantry typically is.  Hopefully I don't have to practice too much in our meeting, I do have a rather busy schedule.  Thankfully, Reginald normally realizes that.

I prepare in proper attire for any practice Reginald has in mind and make my way to his study.  I gently knock on the door and wait to be invited in.  It is never wise to surprise Reginald overly much when he is working.

  Hearing the quiet knock at the door, Reginald will call out quietly, "Come in Jillian, I am pleased to see you as prompt as always."  The small tome he has been recording thoughts in, is turned to a fresh page and given a title bearing Jillian's name.

 As she comes in Reginald will gesture to a seat at the table, "Have a seat if you would.  This should not take long.  I will not be requiring anything more than a little information from you tonight.  You will be free shortly to attend to your usual duties and visits."

Thinking to myself as I walk to my room, that when Reginald Maede summons you, you had best be ready for the worst possible situation at hand.  My mind is racing as I pull out a long brown robe to put over my clothes, I put on a large necklace with a silver tree pendant. I grab for my traditional staff which I crafted myself from the heartwood from an oak that was struck by lighting. I ponder over all the situations within the past month, trying to recall if I had done something to merit bringing the whip down upon me. I walk down the hallway and knock at the door. I have difficulties controlling my strength when I’m deep in thought, so it is a very loud knock. I wait for a response from Reginald before I enter.

  The door frame rattles slightly as the knock echoes into the room. Reginald faintly smiles at the sound, "Come in Sebastian.  Since you are both here, I can save a little time by speaking with you both at once."  A second page is quickly marked with Sebastian's name at its top.

 "I have completed a last testing of a new ritual in recent nights.  As a result of this research and a discussion with our Regent, it has been decided that you two should benefit from it."  Reginald lays a somewhat ornate walking cane on the table and gestures at it.  "This is the first item upon which the ritual was tested in its complete form.  Harmless enough to the casual eye, but the end meant for the ground carries a danger.  The ritual creates an arcane aura that disrupts the flesh of Kindred.  The handle and shaft are perfectly safe of course."

 Reginald casts a steady gaze at both of his guests.  "I need to know from the two of you, in what form you wish to carry the results of this ritual.  It can be placed on anything from an obvious weapon, to a very obscure item.  The only restriction is that it must have at least two parts.  One to handle it with, and one to deliver the damage.  If you already carry an item that you would like enhanced, then please arrange to leave it with me for at least two nights."  
 
Folding his hand together in front of him and leaning forward a bit over the table, he attempts to add weight to his next words.  "Do not speak of this with any but myself or the Regent.  All others should be left unaware of the existence of such things.  We will hopefully only need these for the sabbat filth at our borders.  The other clans might become a bit suspicious of us if we let the knowledge sit in their minds for too long."

“I will return shortly, Reginald.” I get up and walk out side to my green house and pull a pair leather gloves. The gloves has a strip of rusted metal attached right under the knuckles. I walk into training room and toss the gloves on the table. “Back in the good old day in Cork we called these gloves thunder maker, because I was known to make people go deaf with a single punch to the head. I would like one ritual on each glove, if you find it possible to reward me with such a gift, my kind sir.”    

I will, if you and the Regent believe it wise, have something of your fashioning to put the ritual on, but I find it unlikely that much would suit.  I hope not to be the one combat finds in the coming days.  It is not, shall we say, my strength.  Please provide the rituals to Sebastion and I will use my strengths instead of worrying about my weaknesses with war so emminent.  Unless, of course, you need me to have it for some reason.

(ooc i'm tired of these scene not being closed in chantry so i will attemp to close this one on my own)