Marie Delacourt: Marie moves quietly about the little apartment. She sets out a small tray of cheese and crackers, checks to make sure that the wine is chilled and the coffee ready. And then she drifs into her bedroom to change out of the jeans and sweater.

Troy Lawrence: He's out on the balcony, smoking a cigarette as he waits. The your Royalist is dressed professionally as always, JNY Taupe tailored Suit settled perfectly on his shoulders. He takes his last drag off the cigarette and stubs it out before heading indoors.

Marie Delacourt: She drifts from her room just as Troy reenters the apartment. A black knit dress with a rather daring v-neck skims her sparse curves, clinging nicely at the tiny swell of breast and hip, nipped in at her waist by a slim gold chain. More gold chains spill about her slim throat and dainty gold hoops are visible at her earlobes. Her hair is pulled back from her face and held in place by a pair of silver combs.

Troy Lawrence: He smiles to her as she they drift together. "You look exquisite, my dear."

Marie Delacourt: She flushes happily and rises up on point to kiss Troy's chin lightly. "Thank you. you look dashing as always."

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you." He nods, graciously, and kisses her cheek. "He should be here soon?"

Marie Delacourt: "I am sincerely hoping. If he is late I shall be forced to take him in hand."

Craven: Craven arrives at the appartment about the time he said he would. He knocks on the door and waits. Tonight he is dressed as he usually is. Large oversized sweater with leather and boots.

Troy Lawrence: "I am sure it is not something to worry so much about." He chuckles a little bit. A last kiss, to her lips, and he mvoes away, picking up his laptop and setting it a little more out of the way.

Marie Delacourt: Marie drifts to the door and, after a quick look, pulls it open, stepping back. "Good evening, Craven."

Troy Lawrence: He moves to stand beside Marie as he opens the door, the very model of etiquette. He looks at Craven as the door opens, nodding politely as he awaits introductions.

Craven: "Hello Marie." he says with a little grin as he nods to her and then looks to Troy and gives him ever so slightly deeper nod. Eyes lowered for a fraction of a moment in deference to his space and territory. "May I come in?"

Marie Delacourt: "Please. Troy may I present to you my friend, Craven. Craven, my fiance, Troy Lawrence."

Troy Lawrence: "Mr. Craven." He extends a hand to the man. "A pleasure. Marie has spoken quite highly of you."

Craven: He takes the hand, giving it a firm shake and smiles a little more. "That is very kind of her, she had much to say about you as well. Gushing you could say."

Marie Delacourt: Her blue eyes flash and for a split second it looks as if she could cheerfuly stab Craven...Repeatedly. The little double entendre did not go over her head no matter how much she might wish it had.

Troy Lawrence: A smile, and he steps back to allow Craven entrance. "Please, come in."

Craven: And thus he moves across the threshold with a charming smile to Marie and then nods to Troy once more. "Thank you for seeing me."

Marie Delacourt: "Coffe or wine, dear hearts?"

Craven: "Coffee please, just straight black will be good." and then he waits for Troy to sit before he does the same.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course, Mr. Craven. Coffee, please, my dear." He moves to take a seat, resting comfortably, posture strong.

Marie Delacourt: She nods daintily and drifts into the kitchen to pour them both coffee.

Craven: And so the Shadow Lord sits, smiling again to Troy. "I'm Speaks~with~the~Darkness, Adren Theurge of the Shadow Lords... no need to give a formal introdcution. I know who you are." he says with a bit of seriousness creeping into his voice. "Congradulations on your engagement by the way."

Troy Lawrence: A nod, entirely gracious. "Thank you, Rhya. You honor me with your words."

Marie Delacourt: She returns, two heavy mugs of coffee on a tray,.

Troy Lawrence: He takes one of the offereed mugs with a grateful smile to his intended.

Craven: Craven waits for Troy to take one, and then takes the other cup. "I suppose you wold rather I get right down to business right?"

Marie Delacourt: Her smile to Troy is one of utter sweetness, fading to gentility as she offers the other mug to Craven.

Troy Lawrence: "I believe that would be best, yes." He nods, sipping at the coffee, and then setting it down for the moment. "What my I do for you?"

Marie Delacourt: Marie settles on the arm of the couch beside Troy, regarding Craven curiously.

Craven: "Oh, there are many things but I'll start with what I can do for you. I understand you had a run in with Yolanda Miller." he says while watching Troy, glancing over to Marie for a moment and smiling a little.

Troy Lawrence: His face hardens a little, but he nods. "Indeed I did."

Marie Delacourt: Her brow arches and she gently touches Troy's cheek with the backs of her knuckles.

Craven: "I have some information regarding her that you could prove useful to you. My cocnerns lie elsewhere and I certainly am in no position to best utilize it. Your Tribe is growing in prominense and if things go well.... you will likely be a good man to know."

Craven: His voice has taken on a seriousness that was not there before, and he sits there calmly and sips his coffee for a moment.

Troy Lawrence: "I see." He nods, a brow raising slightly. "By all means...I would be happy to know more about our Warder."

Marie Delacourt: Marie smiles softly and kisses Troy's cheek before rising and moving to brush light fingers along Craven's shoulder. "I shall leave the two of you to talk. Make yourselves at home," she murmurs before drifting towards her bedroom.

Troy Lawrence: "Thank you, my dear." He smiles warmly to Marie, then looks back to Craven.

Craven: He nods to her as she moves from the room and then looks to Troy once more. "My business in the city will take possibly years to fulfill but I assure you my plans do not involve the Sept of the Green. Though I do wish to gain assurances that while I shall not intefere with any plans you have with the Sept of the Green... you will not interfere with any of my plans involving the Sept of the Sentinel."

Troy Lawrence: A little shrug, and he shakes his head. "Any plans you have for the Sentinel, I will certainly not get in the way of."

Craven: "Thank you, and any assistance I can be to further help you... don't hesitate to ask. So, one with what you should know." and before he continues he sips again of the coffee. "Yolanda Miller is a Kin lover in the extreme.. and at her previous Sept it cost a Fullblood his life at her blade. She came upon a kin, running for her life seemingly and pleading help. Without stopping to learn the story of what was going on she struck down the Fullblood. It was later found that the Kin had come under the influce of the Wyrm and had days previously killed her own mate in his sleep."

Troy Lawrence: He frowns at this news, deeply...almost a scowl. "This...obviously, does not suprise me." He shakes his head with a sneer. "That makes sense."

Craven: He nods slightly. "I thought it might, she lost her rank in the debacle and was kicked out of the Sept. That was a few years ago and she's mostly recovered but she does her best to hide it."

Troy Lawrence: "Information that, I am sure, will come well into hand, Rhya. I thank you for such."

Craven: "Don't mention it. She's been in the city for a little bit, but has avoided getting involved. The Furies though were concerned with a war tearing the Sept of the Green apart and so she was asked to step in and keep the Fangs and Gnawers from killing one another."

Troy Lawrence: "Yes," he observes dryly. "Well, she is certainly doing an excellent job of such thus far." A disgusted shake of his head. "It appears that she has not exactly learned the lesson of her previous actions."

Craven: "No, and it is a weakness that will likely be her downfall. She'd likely bend over backwards to aid a Kin in need." and he grins slightly at that.

Troy Lawrence: He considers this a moment, a pale brow quirking slightly. "Indeed. I imagine that such would, while an admirable trait, be likely to cause all sorts of difficulties."

Craven: Craven nods slightly about that. "So while I couldn't begin to suggest how best to use such information, it would be best to look deeper. There was alot of time on her own that is hard to account for that she might have done other things you should know."

Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He nods. "Where was her previous Sept, if you know?"

Craven: "The Sept of Tempest Winds in Florida, outside of Miami."

Troy Lawrence: He makes a mental note of the name. Something to check on for later. "And how long ago was she expelled?"

Craven: "Roughly four or five years." he says with a bit of a nod. "Most recently though she has been working in the Hand of Gaia Sept as their Wyrmfoe. She made it a point of targeting threats to the Kin of the Sept most of the time. Luckily, that Sept never had much of a problem with attacks or other threats or she might have had a problem."

Troy Lawrence: "Hand of Gaia..." Ah, the Finger Lakes Sept. He nods. Gaians. "A good place to start, then."

Craven: He nods to the other man. "Yes, I am not without my contacts there." and he grins some.

Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He looks to Craven. "Do you, perchance, know who would be a good person to start with, on investigating up there?"

Craven: "Officially or unfocially?" he asks with a tilt of his head. "They sent her here so I doubt they will be cooperative in just giving you what you seek."

Troy Lawrence: "Of course not." He smiles, thin-lipped. "It would not be the first time I was met with stonewalling on questions. I meant purely in an unofficial capacity. Such things should not be conducted so officially until the time to bring matters out of the darkness is at hand."

Craven: He grins some with a little nod. "Indeed... well your best bet would be Tyler." he says after a moments thought. "She's been there about two years, ran away from the Lords because she couldn't deal with an abusive father who wanted a son." and then he grins a bit. "Of course she handled him quiet well, but the Furies don't need to know that."

Troy Lawrence: A flicker of a smile. "Understood. Your Tribe is quite good at what they do." A nod of acknolwedgment, unspoken words there...respect, and acceptance of what it is the Children of Thunder do. All serve the Nation in their own way.

Craven: He grins some and nods. "Thanks, and so does your. Which brings me to a little favor I would like to ask. I'm going to be opening a business or two in the city. I could use some advance warning if the wrong eyes start to look into them." he says with a little grin. "Though I don't expect you to feel obligated in anyway to help me. It would just be easier if you did is all. Like I said, I'm at your disposal one way or another if you need it."

Troy Lawrence: "That is something that is a definite possibility, Rhya." He nods. "May I ask what kind of business?"

Craven: "The primary one will be run by a Packmate that will help to cover a few operations. It is the only one that is about finished. A high class Gentelmans Club, that just happens to have been remodeled to my specifications. A number of Kin will be working out of it and I for one intend to put the word out that any kin who needs a job or help can seek us out. From there.... well it will get a little more complicated but I trust you can imagine the dirty secrets that can be learned in such a place as well as other side business that can develop."

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, yes, understood. I will be only too happy to air in providing you such warning." He leans back, a hand coming out to pick up is now-cool coffee and sip at it. He seems used to the idea of cold coffee, and doesn't seem to mind.

Craven: He smiles more... "Thank you, it would certainly make things easier on me. I've got enough to worry about as it is. Same for you really, and I'll be surely appreciative of it though. Well, it is getting late... is there anything else you would like to discuss?"

Troy Lawrence: "I do not believe so, at this time. You have given me much to consider, Rhya...I will keep it all in mind, and set myself to work at it." He rises to his feet.

Craven: He nods and rises. "I am sorry to have taken up so much of your time, a good nigh to you." and he nods slightly to the man.

Troy Lawrence: "Not at all, Rhya. This has been most informative and incredibly beneficial. I only hope I can provide the same." The nod is returned, respectfully.

Craven: And with that, he makes his way out.