(OOC: This is pre-war, more for flavor than anything else)

Shade, as is to be expected, spends most of his downtime in the comfort and seclusion of his own private sanctuary.  The entire Industrial District is practically deserted by 6pm each day and from then until 6 or 7 the next morning he is practically alone for miles around.

He goes through his nightly rituals, a hot shower, a quick prayer, and he stands at one of the myriad windows in his loft looking out over the city of Sanfield.

The call to war will come in the form of a phone call to Shades private cell phone.  And being the dutiful puppy he will respond in kind.  Heading to his wardrobe Shade will swap out his normal attire for more tactical dress.  Something more befitting wholesale slaughter of Sabbat forces.  After carefully choosing which of the black boots he will wear Shade will go to the large stone box along one side of his loft, he will unlock the large metal door via key code lock and flick on the lights inside.

Shade will look in upon the tools he is to use, and has used in the past to judge those unworthy of unlife.  The Du'at is no longer in existance, but rulings still come down out of Alamut, from the Council, from the Eldest.  Sabbat soldiers are amongst those to which any Child of Haqim has full rights to Judge as they have already been found guilty.  Upon collecting these tools he will say a short prayer before exiting and departing his treasured solitude to go answer the calls of war.

The Stone Room:

Affectionately called an "inner sanctum" by many Assamite warriors, it is the place where they medidate, clean their weapons, it can be many things.

Shade's inner sanctum is no different.  Behind that sealed metal door lays Shades tools of craft.  Normal eyes wouldn't see tools, but an astounding collection of knives, garrotes, firearms and ammunition, some weapons that probably won't even make sense and the assorted tools of the Assassin trade.  However, there is one thing that dominates the room.  

Along the wall opposite the door, in front of a tabard that contains myriad Arabic writing and the seal of the Web of Knives stands a pedestal.  What rests upon this pedestal can only be described as one of the most beautiful scimitars you have ever seen.  It's black metal blade shines in the illuminated room, the hilt and handle are clean, yet ornate...bejeweled yet simple.  But what draws your attention to this sword is what rests upon the blade itself.  If you were ever to get a close look you would see the clan crests of 4 different vampires.  Each of these crests is surrounded with a silver and black enameled circle.  One can only guess what these mean, You would have to ask the Assamite it belongs to to be sure.

The resurrection of that decrepit factory around the corner will not go un-noticed.  Hell it's the only thing around this dank part of town that even resembles "new."

Shade will of course have investigated it, getting as close to he can to it at night. It seems work never stopped since it started but he was able to catch a glimpse of the various machines being placed in the factory, and what intrigues him most is the main door.  He's never in his many years seen one like it...