"You have a tasteful eye. The mask is nearly a century old, crafted by hand and painted to my exact specifications. It's me. Before the Embrace. I think I could almost like you boy. We…should not be seen speaking together for too long. Powerful eyes are everywhere. I will send for you later tonight. We will speak in my haven about what you've been up to. You haven't forgotten our mutual arrangement, have you?"
"Excellent. Now get up and leave the table before we attract unwanted attention."
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Noticing that you're finally alone, Alisha Grey sashays in your direction—the Diva's eyes meet your own and for a moment you're lost in her radiance. The spell, however, is rather diminished when she nearly trips over Lang's briefcase. She recovers with her usual grace, pushing her perfect hair out of her eyes with an elegant sweep of the wrist while summarily ignoring the Warlock's baleful glower as he snatches the case closer to his person.
"Clumsy of me," Alisha says with a melodious laugh that reminds you of a light wind brushing against chimes. "You've been quite the social butterfly tonight, Agad the Imperishable. Angling for a more prominent position?"