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The meting adjourned and everyone got up to prepare for their missions, leaving the large office mostly empty except for Seph and maybe Markiel. Yet, it wasn't long before one of the investigators returned. 

Mithias intended to find Seph alone and had returned to the office. His hair was still back and his shades still on, but his outfit had changed. Gone was the eloquent and friendly suit, replaced now with a black, military style cloth armor vest and long, weapon-concealing black jacket. Durable boots and pocketed pants lead up to a girdle that holstered two swords at his hips. There was more on him, but the details didn't matter. He looked like something out of the Matrix. 

The vampire's uncanny ability to move with minimal noise made it seem almost as if he had simply appeared out of thin air, but the more logical explanation was that he had just been noticed late. Regardless, he was there, and surely he would explain why. Indeed, Mithias approached Seph in the backroom of his office, pulling off his shades as a sign of respect and allowing the aged shifter to see his eyes. He spoke softly, believing no one else to be listening. "Seph, my friend. Before we embark on this mission, and before I specifically join the others, I would make a last-minute request from you in the interests of safety and sanity." He knelt down in the middle of the room, for to Mithias blood freely given was sacred. "I beg you to saite my hunger, for I know that you can. Put it to rest so that I will not be distracted by temptation should anything happen. I would chose to feed here, rather than hunt in what may potentially be a frozen wasteland." 

Mithias waited for what Seph might say.