Jamie Randall: And the Scottish Mafia meanders into the Sept.

Troy Lawrence: The young lawyer has found a place to sit that doesn't soil his pants, and that's a good thing...they're expensive. He sits there on the bench, the deep brown suit jacket folded on the spot next to him as he smokes a cigarette, reading a newspaper by lamplight.

Jamie Randall: Jamie rubs at his stubbled jaw and takes a hit from his flask before tucking it back into his pocket.

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alert: 10,5,3,5,7,

Jamie Randall: d10: per alert: 7,9,7,

Jamie Randall: One red-gold brow arches as he spots Troy. Curious, he meanders that way slowly.

Troy Lawrence: He glances up as he notes Jamie approaching, the paper folded and set aside. He rises to his feet, looking to the man with a nod.

Jamie Randall: "Evenin'," he rumbles, Scott's accent thick, his voice deep. He nods to Troy, studying him quietly.

Troy Lawrence: "Good evening," he says, taking a step toward Jamie. "I don't believe we've formally met, although I seem to remember seeing you here earlier this week. My apologies for not introducing myself then. Troy Lives-To-Tell-The-Tale Lawrence, Fostern Galliard of the Silver Fangs, House of the Unbreakable Hearth and Alpha of the Peace Eagle Pack of the Sept of the Green."

Jamie Randall: "Jamie Randall, Cliath Ahroun of the Fianna, unpacked non-entity," he says, chuckling as he shakes the man's hand rather firmly.

Troy Lawrence: "A pleasure, Mr. Randall." The man's handshake is firm and strong. "You are a new arrival to the Sept, correct?"

Jamie Randall: "Och, aye." He nods. "Relatively speakin'."

Troy Lawrence: "Relatively, of course." He nods a little bit. "What do you think of what we have here?"

Jamie Randall: "I'm nae sure yet, lad. I've been wrapped oop en findin' work an' wrappin' me wee lass around me finger."

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh, I see." He nods with a polite smile. "And which lass would that be?"

Jamie Randall: "Brianna McCarthy."

Troy Lawrence: Recognition shines in his eyes, and he nods. "Ahh, Miss McCarthy. A strong woman, indeed."

Jamie Randall: "Aye, she is a braw wee lass." He smiles and rubs the back of his neck.