<@Dreol> [While Eliana and Anstace are notably absent, the guys all arrive at the great hall where there is a bit of a commotion. Matriarch Salianna is seated at a table, surrounded by other kindred, mostly Toreadors, and on the stage is a group of performers, likely Ravnos by the look of them. Currently one of them is juggling swords, not as impressive when they can't kill you, but still neat.] <@Dreol> [There is another long table on the other side of the room, and Matriarch Salianna motions for Rolf, Cosimo, Moriel and Victoria, who just walked in, to have a seat.] <@Dreol> [Go ahead!] 06* Moriel twitches a bit at being singled out, but he walks over and takes a seat. 06* Rolf puffs up a little. She may be weird, but it's still respect. The sitting is a little awkward, though. <@Dreol> [Victoria sits down at the table and watches the performers. "My room is far too nice... It makes me a bit uncomfortable. Things are too... soft."] 06* Cosimo walks over and takes a seat, making sure that he is able to survey the room adequately. 06* Rolf chuckles slightly and replies, "Soft skin, soft muscles, soft beds. Guess it makes 'em feel like they're human." 06* Moriel flicks a glance at Victoria, then at Rolf, but stays silent. <@Dreol> [Victoria shrugs, and the sword juggler stops and bows and then walks off the stage. He is replaced by a woman who begins to belly- dance.] 06* Rolf looks at the bellydancer strangely and with interest. This is definitely new. Sword swallowing is too, sure, but... somehow not as fascinating. 06* Cosimo smiles. "it has been some time since i have seen dancers such as this." 06* Moriel is...very quiet. His gaze on the bellydancer is somewhat unfocused, though he does manage to keep it from wandering around the room. That would probably be rude. <@Dreol> [The bellydancer continues to dance about the stage and then two men flank her and begin tossing daggers back and forth to each other with both hands, the daggers flying by her on either side while she dances. There is clapping from the other table.] 06* Cosimo looks to the other table. <@Dreol> [The bellydancer bows, as do the jugglers and they walk off the stage.] <@Dreol> [Session End here.]