You're shaken from your thoughts as the entry door slams open, revealing one of the city's more recent arrivals—a vampire of the Banu Haqim clan. It takes you a moment to remember his name, and by that point he's already torn his way through the room in a storm of scowls and swirling robes. "Greetings, Mr. Salik," you say solemnly, doing your best to reset the room to a sense of proper decorum. "What can I do for you?"
"I must speak with Seneschal Corliss!" the Vizier replies, wringing his tightly clasped hands. He smells musty, like old books, and his short black hair is unkempt. You imagine he hasn't groomed himself for several nights.