Snippet #1694143

The dinner seemed to go nowhere, but at least the food was well done, the chef delivering his steak cooked to perfection. Which was to say, barely cooked at all. Despite what some people said about the place, the Coven definitely knew how to treat their charges well. With the pleasantries over, Raum took a walk, giving the toy soldiers time to set themselves up and discuss the mission. When he pushed the door open, it was to find only three other people in the room. Vann, Alexander Anderson, a man Raum had surmised was Vann's brother, and one of the summoners from earlier, a young shy looking brunette girl.

He took a seat, plucking one of the folders from the table without waiting for an invitation, riffling through the pages within. Seems they would all be heading off to Las Vegas. He'd been there, once. Of course, that was a long time ago, before the legalisation of gambling, before even lake Mead had been formed, and from what he'd heard the city was a little bigger now. It would be interesting to go back and see what they'd done with the place. By the time everyone else had arrived, he'd gone through it, twice, and had thrown it back on the pile. Now that everyone was finally here, Alexander rose and went through the basic details of their mission. Vampires and werewolves. Pff. Raum could have scoffed. Pathetic creatures, the both of them. One a worthless half breed that could barely control itself, the other an impure relic of a past time. He perked up a little with the revelation that the creatures were working together. That was interesting. In his experience, garou and leeches held an inherent and passionate hatred for each other. Whatever it was the was causing them to put aside their emnity and work together held promise, the taste of interest.

Again he rejoiced when Alexander announced the teams. So it would be him, Vann, the girl who had been here when he arrived, and another by the name of Zera. A good enough team to be getting along with. With Alexander's dismissal, he rose, the same time as Vann, and as he left the room he heard the soldier say something about relaxing for the rest of the night. 'Funny you should say that, Vann,' he thought to himself, 'but that's exactly what I intend to do.'

With no desire to be social and no reason to train, Raum simply retired to his quarters, locking out the rest of the world with a turn of a key.