Wet lady

[Morrigan]

A finely dressed lady comes into the tap room, cloaked against the storm. Once inside she draws back her wet hood revealing Morrigan. She looks around the room and notices the Cainites within. She seems to float as she walks to the main bar beside Sokrates. She gives him a bright smile, turns to the bar keep. "The house wine, if you please." She asks quietly, but loud enough to be heard by those close by.

[...]

Lyrah wanders over to Morrigan from her table in the corner, a soft yet toothy grin gracing her beautiful face. "Baroness, just whom I was hoping to talk to! Will your brother be joining you this evening or is it just you?"

[Gunnar Voldemon]

Not to long after Belirae arrives at Morrigan's table, the tall/dark/wet figure of Gunnar will approach. Seemingly fresh into the SoS from his travels, he wastes no time.

"May we speak?" He asks as he looks over the two.

[...]

"oooo the reeve seeks an audience? Well I would be a fool to deny him my company, wouldn't I? I did have some business to tend to with the good Baroness here, but you know I can always make time for one such as yourself" Lyrah simply winks in his direction before grinning, her brows bouncing up and down.

[Morrigan]

"Well met Lyrah, Gunnar." Turning her head to Lyrah, "My brother should be her anon, if you would wait on his arrival for our conversation." Turning her head to Gunnar, "I am at your service Gunnar, however the Doge and Herald have asked for my presence in another room. Can our meeting wait until after I have spoken to them?"

[Gunnar Voldemon]

"It may wait. Find me here when your business has concluded. Should you require anything, M'lady, I will be at the bar." He says as he bows his head. Turning from the table, Gunnar will head back to the bar...

[...]

Lyrah too, simply nods, bowing her head slightly in recognition of the Baroness' words before she too would head back to that corner table that she loved so much.

[Sokrates Salonikas]

Sokrates smoothly pulls out an ancient satchel from beneath his cloak. It seems to have suffered more recent damage in a fire. "Sweet Lady of Mysteries, the outstanding matter between us, as requested. I see the Doge has entered the lounge. Will your brother be along shortly?"

[Morrigan]

Morrigan looks down, fluttering her eyelashes a little. If blood had been running through her veins, you are certain she would have been blushing. "Thank you Sokrates. My brother should be here soon. Would you accompany me to the Lounge, or do wait here for his arrival?"

[Sokrates Salonikas]

"Ah, while normally it would be my pleasure to escort you there, many matters weigh upon myself and my office in these times and so I wait here to be available to all that might need me. I will be along once all parties are present, if you would be so kind as to inform anyone in there to that effect should you enter before I do."

[Raetus]

Raetus  crashes through the door he seem impatient outside dogs bark and howl. The Duke glare through the doorway and immediately the lupine caterwauling stops. Turning back to the bar he glances around and mumbles to himself in a strange rolling tone language which seems to amuse Morrigan.

"people requested that I come to a pub?"

[Sokrates Salonikas]

"Ah, good Duke Raetus. I believe all are now present, and the Doge awaits us in the lounge. Shall we retire with your good sister?"

[Morrigan]

Giggling still, Morrigan takes Sokrates' arm and heads to the Lounge.

[Raetus]

Not noticing the direction of the other two Raetus goes into the Solar room.

[Gunnar Voldemon]

*still waiting at the bar for Morrigan*