Howl of Introduction - Visions of Phoebe - 12/05/2014 - Umbral Bawn

(OOC: intro to other scene at https://fwlarp.rpg-board.net/t421-an-unfamiliar-howl )

*As the Rite of Clensing finished, the Howl was heard and moments later the yip;
Visions turns around still in lupus/jackal form*

"Come forth brother"

"Indeed, come on out Long Legs -Rhya. It seems there are a lot of us here at the moment. Shocking that."

Shadow chuckles, turning to an empty bit of air and striking up a conversation with no one.

"Can you run ahead and let Seta-Rhya know who is here for the party and where we are? Ask him where he wants to chat. Thanks man."

From the nearby brush, a lupus Garou steps forward. Having PB 2, the obvious Strider is covered in 'road dust.' He is very clearly also carrying a ton of fetishes and talens, far more then is normal for an average Garou.

As he comes up to the others, he turns to Visions and gives a slight nod of his head but turns to Shadow, who he has never met, first. "I am Long Legs. Thank you for allowing me entrance to the Caern. Are you the Warder... or one acting on his behalf?" He stops as he speaks and sits politely on his haunches, patiently waiting to be sure it is safe to be there.

The Strider's eyes widen.

"Oh no, Long Legs-Rhya. I'm relatively new here too. I invited you to come chat, it's not up to me if you can come in to the Caern. That right there is the Garou you want, Dietrich of the Get of Fenris, Adren Philodox and Warder."

He indicates the large form of the Warder standing nearby.

Long Legs' eyes also widen slightly as he looks to the Get Shadow's pointed out. "My apologies." He turns to the Warder. "Dietrich, Warder of the Sept of Falling Waters, I request that I be checked for any Wyrm taint that may have been picked up on my travels here and, if clean, be given permission to accompany Visions of Phoebe within the Caern."

Long Legs seems to not notice the cold at all. Even on the icy grounds, he is incredibly sure-footed... as though he is walking on normal surfaces.

As he awaits Detrich's response, Shadow takes a discerning sniff of the newcomer. He nods once, as if to say 'all good'.

Edgar Seta comes walking down the hallway in his customary informals - sweatpants, an NLAX Classic T-Shirt shit time, flip flops, and a full mug of steaming fragrant chai.

"I apologize for the delay - I've been rather absorbed in business and had to make some stops across the United States." He sips his tea. "And boy are my arms tired." He says in a deadpan.

"I'd prefer to keep this meeting relatively informal - albeit a touch more private." He looks around. "I guess my office will suffice"

((Will pop open a new thread in Arbitrary))

((Edit: May want to move this to the Strider sub tab fer privicy))

((Time for some clarification))

Seta mutters.

"Rites have been performed, everyone seems properly cleansed. If it's alright by the Warder, I'd like to move this party to my office."

*seta and co depart*