Henry followed the rest f the gang into the room and placed himself against the wall. He looked at everyone that started to gather and felt a bit uncomfortable being surrounded by all these people that he didn't know. He had never been good with people, so he just stayed quiet and listened as things unfolded. His eyes had a way of traveling towards Jacob. He was about the same age Henry and he was the only one Henry felt he had anything in common with, other then the fat that the group was 4/5 mages.

Henry made a loud sigh as the man named Frank asked about their heads. He turned his head and looked right at Frank. Sure the man was older then Henry, but that was not going to stop Henry."Did you even listen to what was said ? They left no trace and I'm guessing that means they didn't leave us the ability to just talk to the dead body, because if they did this whole thing would be way to easy. Im sorry for being so blunt, but I dont think you will be able to talk to it, but I wont leave out the option that the body can still be useful."

He was halfway expecting to be called a brat or something, but before anyone got to say anything he asked Noor "You said barely, so what is the lead we actually have got ?" He sorta felt a rush of confidence when he stopped talking. He walked over to the notes and well Noor wasn't just making things up when she said it wasn't much. Henry could even with a great lack of knowledge about how one should go around detective work tell that this was really as little as you got before you just gave up. Looking at the pictures his stomach turned a bit, it wasn't at all what CSI had made it out to be.

Cyrus followed the group into the room from the rear, keeping an eye out around them in case they were being watched. Of course, nobody would dare spring them in the bar, but he had his suspicions about who may be a target, and it wasn't narcissism that made him fear for his own life. He didn't see anything suspicious, and he trusted Michael was also being careful, he stepped into the room last. Surprised to smell, and then hear, another presence in the room. That woman.

Noor, The Constable, whatever you call her. Cyrus had heard of her many times, and she was one of the most important people in the city. If she was here, right now, then Michael was eager to get things solved right away. Michael stepped out and Cyrus leaned against the wall and watched the group lounge on the couches and listen. Noor happened to have quite a bit of evidence already. He glanced with mild disinterest at the vampiric ash held by Frank, though he became very interested at the elder wizards words. Talk to the dead? That's something the werewolf had never heard of, he was about to interject and ask what that meant, when he felt a vibration in his pocket.

Cyrus pulled the phone out of his pocket and tapped in the password, it was from Michael "watch your back coming out" it said. Cyrus sighed internally, just as he had suspected. He moved from the wall and sat down on the couch, a fair distance from everybody. He kept attentive to the conversation but checked his jacket, his knife was still there. All he had on him at the moment unfortunately, The Mages should be fine on their own though. He waited for Noor to address Frank's question, he was quite interested himself.

Looking vaguely between the two mages, one young and one old, Noor had to give it a bit of a think. "Well," she said at length, "ordinarily the kid would be right. Most of the cases I work do not involve intact heads, as when supernaturals kill each other, it tends to be... messy, and the body parts are heavily damaged. The human murders in this case are no exception, and it would be a chore to retrieve their bodies anyway." She smiled at Frank, thinking about the luck she had to have someone like him on this case. "But not all of the bodies are useless. Whoever the culprits were, they wanted to send a clear message with the final murder. The mage. They wanted to make sure everyone knew who she was. So, her body was drained of blood, but she still has her head, probably with only limited brain damage... A head you could use."

The Constable took Frank by the arm, and lead him away from the others, to at least have the illusion of a bit of privacy. "To be honest, though, I haven't met a friendly necromancer in a very long time. We may have more to talk about, even after this case is done. Have you ever worked as a Medical Examiner? It beats bounty hunting, believe me. I can promise a warm bed (or a cold one, if you're into that), food, time and materials to work on whatever experiments you wish, and in return, you help me catch bad guys, just like you are now. In a little while, we'll be heading to my morgue, so you'll get a chance to check out my facilities and all that. What do you say? Oh, and I guess I'll need your name, as well. Heh, can't just call you 'the necromancer' all the time."

Frank had half a mind to smash that urn and show Henry what he was talking about, but not only was that a bad idea, because he knows better than to smash urns full of ash, but it would be a poor, yet disgusting example of what he could do. Frank remained silent as Henry mocked him, he did however gtin slightly as the boy turned white looking at the screen, he had so much to see, and he would probably be able to show him soon too.

Noor made some polite comments about him and then pulled him away from the group a bit, she was unreasonably strong for her stature, definitely not human. Frank looked at her sideways some what when she commented in him being a necromancer, he had hoped someone would get what he had meant but was no less surprised. And even moreso he was flattered, she refered to him as a nice necromancer, he had his run-ins with others before, and in truth they were not the most outgoing type. She then offered him a job as a medical examiner, it wasn't something he hadn't thought of, but being ever transient makes it difficult to get ahold of, he could hold it for a little while, he would need to think about it. "I'll consider it." Frank said shortly "And my name' Frank Mennen."

Jakob was a little awestruck by the woman who introduced herself as Noor Dhahabi. At first because she seemed to have called herself a dragon - one supernatural race he wasn't aware of. He wasn't very clued in on who was who or what was what in the supernatural world in the first place given that most of his travelling was spent using his magic to find a place to sleep or finding some company. Besides, it wasn't easy finding supernaturals around Europe much less knowledge about all the different types that were lurking around in the shadows.
He noticed her moving towards the Witch with the flamboyant black hat and her eyes flashing golden. He wondered how serious she was about being a dragon, what powers she possessed, how long she would live for. Apparently she had lived for centuries already, which somehow seemed incredible although it was commonplace amongst the Vampires of the room. Maybe being able to live those centuries in the light was a bit more impressive.

However he did look quite disappointed when she revealed how all they had to work with was the destroyed Vampiric ashes and a laptop full of photos, which were probably not of much help. Jakob followed Beatrice and the others into the lounge area and took a seat. The rest of the conversation Jakob didn't pay much attention to; Frank asking to speak to some heads and Henry not doing himself any favours with overreaction. He obviously hadn't a clue about Necromancy. He noticed that Henry's eyes drifted across towards him which made him suppress a smile. For a moment Jakob considered the guy. Near enough my age. But he looks so young - not really my type. At the very least I have someone my age to talk to. Couldn't hurt. Jakob thought. He made a mental note to chat to him later when it was more appropriate.