Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150812125002

The mansion of Leclair was very similar to Beaufort's mansion as far as design and size went. The exterior was in fact nearly identical. Around the mansion were the rookeries and the nearly abandoned houses, shacks, homeless, etc.

Some glares came forth from the suspicious individuals. On some corners of the street there were various shady types selling narcotics, tiny daggers, pistols and even the outdated shiv. To survive in the neighborhood, you apparently needed them.

The streets smelled like horse dung and piss, although Sander was used to the smell of his city by now.

"Well, let's knock on the front door, I suppose." He said, walking ahead and going up the small stairs towards the entrance of the mansion.

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From one of the windows the noble that owned the mansion looked down at the group, widening his eyes.

''Fuck! Fuck! They're here! No, no no no no no....''

''It's too early, dammit. Have to speed this up. That fucking Wraith is atleast out of the picture.. that's one less problem.''

He stormed back in order to avoid getting seen. He masked his supernatural vampiric presence with powerful illusion spells, which changed the color of his skin and eyes drastically. That would do it for some time.