Magdalena didn't have much time to process everything - Sir Thomas Craven was back, well shit. She knew she had to be careful around her [i]Prelate[/i]. Her work was important and getting her lab shut down was not on her agenda. Lyla was on stage getting bid on, of course she was. Somehow, that dhampir always found herself in the worst trouble regardless if she were in a closet or like today, experiencing the world! Greg came running in, having seen something slip from the back (The Wraith), "Master..."

And with that, the scene began to play out in slow motion. The Wraith made his grand entrance, killing a few people which was a marvelous sight, and taking her darling Lyla captive. The half breed of 17 filled with the blood of a Grangrel. Seems Amaury might be reconsidering not vouching for Lyla, many years ago. The Wraith left in smoke, for even Grangrel can use alchemy if they truly wanted to. Sir Thomas followed after the Wraith, ah- long lasting rivals, and even the man she talked with earlier left. People were screaming and vacating the premises. Weak, scared people. Lena whispered something in Greg's ears and he nodded excitedly. He followed suit into the night to take care of his master's task. Smirking to herself, she noticed that the man of dark skin was still in the cabaret. Interesting, a man who probably saw his fair share of blood shed in his life. 

Sitting down at a table that was abandoned with prime rib and wine, Lena gestured for him to come sit with her. She began cutting her food in silence and enjoying this nice piece of meat. Savoring every piece of her meal, she closed her eyes and listened to the fading noise of chaos. She knew they would only have a few moments together before the police force got here to investigate. Patting her lips with a napkin, she rested her eyes on the guest.

Don't worry, she did catch him when he told her he was a private investigator and how he wanted to know more about [i]her pet.[/i] Magdalena's face was completely apathetic. Sawing her meat, she finally began to talk, always in that lovely accent of hers, [color=00a651]"They mistook little girl for whore. Abigail, poor wench let clients beat her. How I know this? I know here. I knew her. I come often. For prime rib, that is."[/color] She took another bloody piece and slipped it slowly in her mouth. A euphoric expression fell on her face as she felt the juices slip into her throat. 

Chewing the meat, she continued, [color=00a651]"You think this woman bad [i]Guardian[/i]"[/color] She gestured to herself as she swallowed the chunk of meat. Magdalena then shrugged, [color=00a651]"Perhaps, but little girl will be safe. If by me not, Father find her. He good at that. Creature that stole little girl saw Abigail in little girl. They say Abigail born 'royal blood'. If I say... Abigail: creature. Clients missing after good time was given. Father hunts creatures like that creature"[/color] She glances back at the stage referring to the Wraith, [color=00a651]"Like Abigail. Those creatures..."[/color] She pointed to the mess of blood and bodies in disgust, but in reality was turned on by it, [color=00a651]"Cruel. Heartless... I, Dark Man, only woman."[/color] She hinted to him of the terrible society view of women and how they can't achieve what men can. Picking up her wine glass, her jade eyes looked the dark man, up and down, taking in his skin, his face, his voice, [color=00a651]"Dark Man not woman, but he dark and we small."[/color] They were minorities, it was obvious in this kind of world they wouldn't be seen in the same light as a white man. She took a sip of her wine and sighed, continuing her long, and highly convincing lie, [color=00a651]"Perhaps women not smart. But pray for little girl."[/color]

Picking up her napkin, she patted her luscious lips one last time and then dismissed herself, saying it was time for her to look for little girl. Greg was outside in a carriage grinning at his master excessively. Exiting the door, taking in the scent of this "private investigator", Magdalena approached the carriage. Rather than sit inside the carriage, she went beside Greg on the driver's bench and then peered into the front window of the carriage, [color=00a651]"Good Greg. Good."[/color] 

The carriage had a delightful surprise in it. She and Greg shouldn't waste any more time. There was a lot of resources to be had this "calm" night! The carriage sped off.

[@Nytem4re]