The Tremere Clan and Lady Hestia welcome you to their home.
The lady, she beckons to you, bidding you to sit. Across from you, the Black Elf holds a Black Rose, smiling mischeviously. A Blackstorm rages on outside, the Song of the Winde blowing loudly. The Shadows play on the walls, and in corners, forming into the shape of a Viper, then dissappearing. A Wiklet moves across the room with such Lucidity. You look about the room slowly, taking in each detail. A stone catches your eye, and you pause to study the Jedite for a moment, before turning back to your host.
