ͼConradͽ sits on a bench reading a book, occasionally looking up when he hears mildly interesting conversation tidbits. Though the book he is reading is one on the occult, a special ritual prevents anyone without supernatural senses from seeing it as anything other than a mundane textbook. Normally, Conrad would spend his nights studying at the Chantry, but recent failures
had left him frustrated and feeling the need for a change of scenery. Worse, there wasn’t anyone he could safely discuss the failure with. He sighs, and pinches his brow a few times. “Ah the webs we weave.”
<Nadira> is exploring the city, having arrived a few days ago, and was currently walking through the park.
ͼConradͽ notices someone walking through the park that feels out of place somehow. Tourist perhaps? They were by no means uncommon in New Orleans, but something about this one in particular was striking him as odd. He squints, heightening his senses and carefully scanning the wanderer’s aura. “Ah I see…a fellow Kindred.” He wanted to introduce himself, but one could
rarely trust a strange vampire.
<Nadira> looks over at Conrad, her gaze sharp as she took notice of him.
ͼConradͽ sighs a bit, seems he’d be meeting this vampire regardless. He nods to her, almost imperceptibly, and pats the bench next to him.
<Nadira> watches him for a while longer before striding closer and taking a seat next to him.
ͼConradͽ gives her his best disarming smile and clears his throat before speaking. He uses his friendliest tone, known for calming even the most suspicious people. “Good evening Miss. My name is Professor Conrad Austenveidt. I don’t believe I have seen you at any of the local gatherings before. Are you new in town?’
ͼConradͽ smiles and nods. “I see. And your name is…?”
ͼConradͽ “That’s quite a beautiful name. And one I’ve not heard before. So are you here on business or looking to make New Orleans your home?”
<Nadira> doesn’t answer this question.
ͼConradͽ frowns a bit and his voice becomes stern, though not quite hostile. “My dear, while I can understand the desire for privacy, you must understand that the appearance of an unknown Kindred does arouse some concerns.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I promise you that nothing you tell me will be repeated to any of the other Kindred in the city, so long
as it does not endanger any of us. But if you insist on refusing to answer such basic questions it would be my duty to inform the Sheriff, and that is not something I want to do.”
<Nadira> “I will talk to the Sheriff, then. And discussing this in public?”
<Nadira> gives him a look, then rises, heading off.
ͼConradͽ gestures around at the mostly empty park. “We are in little danger of being over heard. And while perhaps a little odd, the content of our conversation has not included anything that would be considered…overly revealing. Please, do not take offense at my suspicions. Things have been…strange lately. High profile members of society found dead and such.” He
watches as she stands and walks off. “As you wish then.” He shrugs and picks up his book, but quietly slips out his phone, just in case.