As the exhibition begins, you find yourself in the midst of a who's-who of Ottawa's rich and powerful. There is a wider variety of Kindred at the gathering this time, with the notable exceptions of your sire, Henrik Lang, and Vivian Maier. Newcomers whom you'd only met once or twice before are younger—less powerful than their Primogen counterparts who took place in yesterday's council meeting—but no less influential in the world of mortal politics and business. Some of these younger vampires gawk in naked awe of their elders, while others put on an equally revealing front of indifference to the centuries of collective power separating them from their betters.
Soothing tones of inoffensively banal music ooze through the silver grilles of speakers at all four corners of the mezzanine as a small throng of men in suits haggle over a deal with a shrewd-looking businesswoman you recognize as a local Malkavian. It's quite a lot to take in at once.
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