Alessio eneters the parlor an hour after sundown. He surveys the room, taking a seat in an unoccupied corner. He breaths in the scent of rich, exotic smoke, wishing that he had eaten before coming. His last meal had left him unsated.

He came alone, despite the reasoning of health paranoia. This Drexler fella showed integrity and class with his straight-forward behavior. Alessio could respect a man not wasting his time.

Regardless, he is certain that he could handle any possible complication.  

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Drexl will enter the shop, only a moment or two after Alessio, having sat in his own car just down the road to watch the man enter. Not from any desire to be deceptive or gain any advantage, but merely to save himself the trouble of wandering about this place asking for the man.

As he comes through the door, his eyes fall upon the man behind the counter, and then the statue. Perhaps he will inquire about it next time, he has more pressing matters to attend to.

He will make his way towards the corner where the Italian sits, his movements practices and inhumanly graceful. Though his clothing does not even resemble a business suit, one can easily see his foreign garb is just as expensive as any Armani.

*"May I?"* he says in the other's native tongue, gesturing at the chair across from the Giovanni, his voice and strange accent easily recognizable as the man he spoke to on the phone.

Alessio watches the man cross the room, nodding to him as he gestures to the chair.

He eyes Drexl head to toe, taking in his strange appearance. Definitely not what he was expecting, but Alessio always liked surprises.

*"Thank you for meeting me in such a timely fashion. My name is Alessio Giovanni. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Drexler."*

He pauses a moment, letting his words sink in, gauging his companion.

*"... Now what is this business with my restaurant being burned?"*


[*Italian]

Drexl will sit, returning Alessio's scrutiny he looks the Italian over. What little doubt Drexl had that this man was not Kindred, or at the very least, in the service of Kindred is chased from the shadows by the mention of the name...

*"Giovanni. You don't say."* With luck, this one is not old enough to remember the inquisition, it is highly likely that Drexl personally diminished his 'blasphemous' gene pool. But he was a different man in those days. *"The pleasure is mine good sir, I assure you."*

He sits back in his chair, looking about the shop for a moment before continuing. *"Yes, business indeed, it was a business man who sought to destroy your eatery. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you who he was, or why. In truth, I was hoping that you might be able to enlighten me on those two factors. What I can tell you, is what he looks like, and where he sleeps, I am sure that the latter of those two items might prove high enough currency with which to barter any information you might have on the man in question."*

[Drexl will divulge the appearance of Willem Uys, as well as the location of his haven, and what he knows of the events that transpired between Uys and his Haitian thugs.]

After telling his tale, his mood darkens considerably, recalling the events seems to have caused him to relive the indignation. His single, serpentine eye constricts, the pupil already a slit under the harsh fluorescent lights of the shop suddenly becomes a thin black slash against the amber backdrop of his iris.

*"Being the new kid in town, perhaps he just thought I would not notice his trespass, or perhaps he simply thought I would not seek reparations Truthfully, I do not care what was going through his tiny little mind, I will soon show him how fragile he truly is."*

Regaining his composure, he smiles to Alessio. *"I thought it only polite to offer you first stab at him, it would seem that he was your enemy before he was mine."*

[*Italian]

Alessio presses his palms together before him, leaning back in the chair. For a moment, he sits there, pondering Drexl's words. Then, reaches inside his pocket, producing a business card he was given several nights back.

*"His name is Willem Uys... a Ventrue by claim..."*

He passes the card to the serpent sitting across from him.

*"A few nights ago he came to my restaurant and disrespected me... I was in the process of gathering information on him... planning eventual reprisal... but this changes everything..."*

He trails off for a moment into silent thought.

No use in trying to hide everything from this Drexler. He was obviously very good at finding out information. He had come in a honest and open way... best to be honest in return... or, at least, as honest as you can be.

*"I need to speak with the Don before I proceed any further... You should meet him... I can arrange it..."*


[*Italian]  

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(2008-09-13 12:20:19 Drexl rolls 9 dice to Int+Alert(Memorize) 10,9,2,10,6, 7,6,8,5 (7 successes)

"Willem Uys." he repeats as he looks over the card, effortlessly committing it to memory it back.

*"Intriguing."* He says simply as Alessio finishes his story. Drexl has also made every attempt at being forthcoming, strangely enough, it seems to be working out rather well for him, he muses... both with the Giovanni and the Prince. Strange indeed.

*"I would be most pleased to meet your Don, you are welcome to contact me when arrangements have been made. In keeping with our current paradigm of open discourse, I should mention that I have already taken steps to financially cripple mister Uys. That is not to say that you should hold back, and I most certainly would not suggest to you how you should go about your own affairs, I simply place this out in the open because you are sure to see my hand at work should you pursue a similar stratagem. Once again, I am loathe to waste your time, or that of your Don, just as I am certain that the feeling is mutual."*

Drexl stands, smoothing his odd clothing and waits for Alessio to stand before continuing, so as to avoid speaking down to him.

*"Speaking of time, I am sure that yours is just as precious as my own, so I will bid you farewell. Know that Mister Uys has gravely insulted me, and I shall continue to delve into his affairs with all the tenacity of an Inquisitor."*

He smiles wickedly at this, bowing slightly while maintaining eye-contact.

*"I will be more than happy to share whatever I uncover when next we meet. I thank you for your time Mister Giovanni."*

Alessio stands, returning Drexl's slight bow. The corner of his mouth upturns in what could be described as a smile. It has been a long time since he smiled.

"It has been a pleasure. I will contact you soon."

To his great surprise, this meeting turned out extremely  well. He makes his exit, wondering if Severo will have entertainment ready for him when he returns home. He is in a playful mood.  

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