Varin walked down the silent hallway, hands bound together with three sets of what appeared to be titanium hinge handcuffs. As he walked a guard trailed keeping a slight distance behind him, but never breaking sight with Varin, [i]"Reaction distance."[/i] the Brujah thought to himself with a slight smirk. As they approached a door at the end of the hallway, obviously their destination as it was the only place they could go. When they reached the door, the guard stepped in front of Varin and began removing the handcuffs before knocking and opening the door, leading Varin through when all was said and done. As he entered into the room Varin was a bit surprised at the stark sterility of the room, and how it clashed with what the Ventrue were normally "accustomed to".

[i]"Mister Soralin. Have a seat."[/i]

Complying Varin took his seat and waited as each member of what was to be their mismatched Coterie entered into the room. [i]"Toreador, must be, she walks too... gracefully. And a Gangrel. Interesting."[/i] He kept his thought to himself as he watched the others, the only emotion that broke the mask of observation was a quick warning glare that he shot the Gangrel, who made a growling sound as he sat [i]" Now is not the time lad, it dose no one any good to antagonize the snake in the middle of it's nest."[/i] 

At the end of the speech Varin simply inclined his head to denote he understood, no sense in making the Ventrue ramble on more.