Gordon Freemason is about the last person youd expect to frequent a church. Nevermind a cathedral...

But hes here seeking his Clanmate Solomon. He entered as quietly as a six foot three man wearing leather and combat boots can. He wanders the atrium, running his fingers along the walls and gawking at the stained glass while hissing into the darkness...

'Sol-O-Man!..Psst... Sol-O-Man?'

Solomon steps from the shadows

"Welcome, cousin..."

'Ah, there you are.'

Gordon sits on one of the straight backed pews.

'I have an invitation for you Pac-Man.'

He fires the odd nic-name without batting an eye, as if it was switched out with Solomons name in his head.

'The Dead Punks are having a little gathering for all us Neonates behind the Iron and Steel. Nothing too crazy just a bit of a rant and some talk of organizing so we arent such easy targets, ya know?..'

Gordons tone makes it clear this is more than a social gathering but hes treading lightly after Rose basically accused him of organizing a Coup.

"It would be my pleasure to attend, thank you for the invitation."

Solomon seems sincere and tips his head in thanks.

The big malkavian simply smiles.

'Well thatw as easy. Keep it on the down-low too Pac-man. We dont need the sheriff crashing our party. That little stick up her ass yarn seller Torrie seemed to take the invitation as a threat. But eh.. these are my troubles.'

Gordon stands and moves back to the isle.

'Ive got a few more stops, so ill see you at the iron and steel cousin..'

"Yes, you will, cousin... Be safe in your travels."