At about forty minutes after twelve a black Mercedes pulls up in front of the Banshee. The driver quickly exiting and opening the rear door for two well dressed gentleman before returning to the car and driving to await their recall.

If Bellisa truly is as old as Arturo has heard, He cant imagine how she adjusted to this place. The lights are an assault on his refined senses. Bellisas loyal ghouls will spot us nearly immediately. Two suited statues amongst the flailing, colorful youth.

Thomas will amusedly point out one of the 'Immoral Immortal' Teeshirts to the Regent...

 "Truly quaint, though as to an upgrade of the former establishment I am not certain," following the Harpy's gaze to the shirt.

He was expecting a more morose place, a bit less flashy, but what appeals to one is an assault to another. He is wondering how long he will have to wait in this line...

*Devin of course would take note of those outside the doors and give a quick nod to the bouncer then towards the two gentlemen. The smaller female bouncer quickly approaches and offers a polite smile.* Good Evening, it looks like you've both got VIP access, please follow me. *She would lead them inside the club, pushing people out of the way if need be. Devin would come down off the platform to meet the bouncer and dismiss her.* Evening Gentlemen *A polite bow of his massive torso.* I expect you are here to see Ms. Damita?

*Of course, Bellisa had seen Devin's descent to the club floor and had stepped away from her desk to see what was going on. A brow raises slightly at her guests and she moves from her office into the VIP lounge next door, locking the office behind her.

She opens the lounge door and peers down from the railing above. She lets nothing show yet, merely waits to see if they've come to assess the club or see her.*

 "We are here to speak with Ms. Damita. Please show us to your lounge," in a clear and precise tone.

The Regent often forgets that a ghoul might have feelings or someone might give them some measure of control. Tremere rarely lose ghouls and when they do they are easily replaced. Once inside the chantry they are rarely ever let out and if they are they are so controlled they are following simple rote, nothing more. One can not have a ghoul with an personality that is less then subservient in an small area like the Chantry.

*Devin nods and motions the two towards the spiral staircase then points upwards to where Bellisa stands. She offers a polite smile and nods to both of them then steps aside so when they ascend the stairs they can enter the VIP lounge.*

Inside the lounge the glass allows them a view of the crowd below but of course no one can see them. The lounge is decorated in red, white and black, crisp and clean, nothing like the colorful disorder downstairs. The small glass bar is lit by white light and contains the more expensive alcoholic choices. Bellisa motions to it and murmurs.* Feel free to help yourselves Gentlemen. *Some would see it rude she would not serve her guests but she herself would never take a drink mixed by another vampire and assumes these two are wise enough to know better as well.*

 I walk over and await Thomas should he like a drink, I am here on business and am well aware what power blood can hold over our kind.

"We came to speak with you and of your interest here in Sanfield."

Without a generous and warm donation of blood there is no purpose to Thomas taking a drink. He will politely decline and follow suit with getting down to buisness...

'Your reputation preceeds you Miss Damita. Our Prince apparently holds you in some regard to put you up as Keeper before most of us even get a good look at you.'

*She motions for both to take a seat and she does so herself, crossing her ankles. Her black satin dress clings and seems to be all for show in the club since she does not wear this outside of it. Her hands fold upon her knee and she nods quietly a moment before speaking.* Well firstly welcome to my domain, it's a pleasure to have you here.

As for the Keeper position... it was not my intention to walk into this city and claim any position of power but it seems the Prince has other ideas. I will not apologize for taking the position but I can promise I will do my best in it.

I assume you came here to size me up? *A brow raises in question only and she offers a polite smile.* I've had another visitor come here to do so and you are both more then welcome to ask me whatever questions you wish.

 "This was simply a social call, to meet you. We have resided her for some time and wish to know of your intentions here. I would assume you are not acting under the guise of an Archon, so I assume you knew someone within the city. Someone that might speak to your character?" looking to see her reaction. Had she been under the aegis of a justicar she would likely have spoken to that at court.

"From where do you hail previously and what situation preceded your exodus?" she may not like the questions, but she certainly knows they must be answered before any of the elders will begin to support her position here.

I'm afraid I have no one in this city to speak for my character. I was invited here by Qadiral Al-Asmai, your former Sheriff who was an old friend of mine. I arrived to find he had been killed by a Sabbat Templar and so I requested to stay in this city to find and kill that monster.

I have been intrigued by this city and chose to stay and plant some roots for the time being. When offered the job of Keeper... well one does not refuse a Prince without good reason... plus I assumed he had good reason to ask someone who is practically a stranger to him.

Hail previously... so broad a question really. I've been all over this country and others, my last stop was New York but it was brief... not many places can truly hold my interest for long in these days. Your city however... I feel I can do something here. *A light shrug and stares at her white hands then glances up at them both.* I may not hold up well in civilized society but I am loyal to whichever city I reside.

 "I was well acquainted with Qadiral Al-Asmai, though your name never passed his lips to me," having heard her name from the former, but not admitting it. "What I have heard on the wind is that you have been described as a mercenary and given to your own whims, though that is simply hearsay. Your illustrious prince has his reasons for your selection I am certain and your proximity to our boisterous Sheriff has varied uses. We can certainly see that you are not one of the rabble, you are a bit more sophisticated and worldly."

"I have heard your opinions concerning the Sabbat, but if I am not correct is not New York still currently under siege? Atlanta as well, though I must admit my information is scant days old. It might be said that respect can be gained in certain circles to whomever were to avenge the tragic death of their elder. Did you know of Marlena? Was she another of your associates?"    

You are correct that New York is still under siege and will be for some time. I did my part in the battle of course but I felt it was time to come to Qadiral, unfortunately I was too late. *Her eyes lower a touch as she admits this, obviously it bothers her but it is hard to see to what degree.* I would not expect Qadiral to speak of me unless the subject arose and I would not ask anyone to speak FOR me, I think at my age I am quite able to prove myself to those I think are worth proving myself to. *A faint smile at this then sighs softly.* Our Sheriff yes, you say boisterous so I assume he is always that way... I was wondering about him. He has come in useful so far but I do not know these people like you do. Any information you'd wish to share in the future would of course be welcomed.

As for Marlena, no I was not an associate of hers and all I've heard of her is rumors.  *She waves a hand, showing that rumors can never be trusted and she would much rather hear it from the other Elders.*

Oh... and as for being a mercenary? I prefer Crusader, I usually fight for a cause and I don't do it for money or reward.

 "As to Zaine, I can only say he has served his master as a well bred dog. He knows his place and follows his masters commands with sometimes a bit more zeal then he should, but I hear he has a slight temper. Someone that could direct him would certainly be appreciated, he occasionally seems to allow his thoughts to wander," looking at her as she speaks. Marlena would not tolerate even my presence so this one shall certainly require a more careful scrutiny. Though all said, her understanding the games that elders play among themselves is certainly a strong favor in the Regents mind.

"I heard you were able to track Qadiral's killer to a local motel, though he managed to escape. I do hope you are able to lay him low should you find his trail again."

*She cringes just barely at the word escape.* Yes, I had him but there were unexpected guests and Zaine thought they'd come in numbers we were not ready for. At the time I was feeling him out and let him lead.

I did not leave without a souvenir though... some of his blood. *She doesn't admit she keeps a collection from her most prized kills of course.* When I find this Templar again, he will not be so lucky. Especially when he's burying bodies in local motels to rise up later. *Her voice is hard and she is truly focused on the Templar and his final death.*

As for Zaine, he needs a guiding hand. Leaving a fight without finishing the job did not impress me but I gained knowledge about the way he works. He's disorganized in his thoughts and as you said allows them to wander to "what if's" a little too easily.

A temper is something to be controlled and kept on a tight leash, it is what allows us mistakes and some mistakes can not be tolerated.

 "Well I do hope that you run into him shortly, it would definitely make my quarry a bit easier to flush out. The fiend that destroyed Marlena would be well advised to flee my wrath. I did have the occasion to be attacked recently, but the two shovelheads were easily dispatched. I believe they were just trying to escape the city, but after some interrogation their situation became a bit more clear," with a slight glance.

She is old, possibly nearing his own venerable age and knowledge need only be implied. She can make of it what she wants.

I am working on it yes... might I inquire who you seek and if I come across them in my search would you prefer I deliver them or leave them as they are? *It's only polite to ask whether he wants to hunt them himself or just be the one to kill them. She wouldn't want to accidentally kill someone  that is being hunted by another Elder, that could create tension. She says nothing of her own attack by shovelheads, merely frowns at his misfortune.* Situation?

 "Just the fiend in that footage of Mr. Hyde's, they are an abomination upon the Carpathians and now seek to envelop the lands with their foulness. None should tolerate their company and the Tremere have certain debts that need to be repaid for their charity so many years back. I care not whom delivers that beast to his final sleep, only that he receives it," with a cold look in his eyes. He seems to be very adamant about his opinion concerning the entire bloodline, certainly from his centuries waging war upon them.

"As to the motivation and understanding concerning the new shovelheads, it is simple enough to learn everything from their weak minds. They proved very easy indeed. It is nothing to concern yourself with, they are indeed taken care of. I am glad you seem to be in such good health though, I am certain it was a taxing affair," again with the knowing gaze that suggests the Regent knows more of the incident then he is stating. Perhaps he just wishes her realize just how much, without arousing Thomas to the nature of it.  

*Her chin raises a touch and the hazel eyes meet the Regents, a barely visible nod.* I see, yes I am in perfect health currently. *That is all she wishes to say about the matter at this point, wondering how to best kick Zaine's ass for tattling like a child.*

Well as was said at court, Solomon intends on taking a group in to start killing off the "foulness" perhaps he'll manage to get them all. *She does NOT believe that for a second of course, in fact it amuses her to think about it.*

 "I am always prepared should they evade capture. I have a few leads concerning their location, but it might take some time to discern enough details. I have only met Solomon recently and only in passing. I believe Sebastion has far better contact with them then I. He is very new to the city and has yet to have accumulated enough status to warrant my opinion, though the Prince is certainly proud of his masked man."

"Has Thelonius surfaced yet? I heard that he was instrumental in diverting the brunt of the attacks in Atlanta and fearfully thought to be no more. I hope that is not the case, Regent Malachi spoke highly of him."