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 * The individual takes a sip of wine.

Individual: A fine vintage you have here.


 * He sets the glass down and looks over the bottle.

Individual: 1944. A good year, not the best, but memorable. I was busy killing Nazi's then. Thwarting the plans of mad scientists hell bent on creating a vampire army.


 * He chuckle slightly.

Individual: Ah, those were the days. Definitely much more enjoyable that being here in the presence of people who think they know what darkness is.


 * The shroud of darkness lifts revealing the man. He is in a red coat, white shirt, charcoal vest and pants, and black boots. He dons white gloves with five point stars encased in rings and text. Around his neck and the collar of his shirt is a red tie. He wears orange tinted glasses and pulled low over his head is a red broad brimmed fedora. He sits cross legged with his hands firmly clasped together atop them. He grins at Orick.IMG_0795.jpg