Christopher walks outside wearing an ugly sweater vest and glasses. He carries with him a small notebook that he scribbles inside as he mutters to himself. He sits down beside a tree and pulls out an apple, still muttering between bites.
<Cian> sits in a window sill instead of his usual tree , staring out over the courtyard. Though he has a book with him, it sits unopened beside his leg. His mind wanders, going over his conversation with Talwar last night. Though his answers about his motivations and his thoughts on the Camarilla had seemed to satisfy Talwar, the conversation had filled Cian with questions. His initial