A new house, a new office and deep below, a new haven. The woman carefully thinks back on the past days.

"Keep the Masquerade." and "Keep the Peace." were the laws that greeted her on her arrival and while she brought the coins, she was not required to turn them over. She will keep them for future use. Fursa had changed since the last meeting, there was a peace about her, "she is close. Though her ignoring of the other traditions concerns me." She slowly removes her clothing in the deep underground haven as she had for the prior days.

Then there is that Tremere anti-tribu who seeks to seek out and reveal Saulot's and Caine's lore and would be what I am if she could." She lowers herself into the ritual bath. "Sandra is all I could want in a student if only I could trust her to be telling the truth." Three eyes blink as the process of cleansing continues, she has done this every night since her arrival. "She has copies of my scrolls from the keeper before me. I recognized the hand. I shall see what she can make of one of my fragment copies." The bath is finished.

She has insured that any sounds made will be scribed or recorded. "I hope that the blood is ready for me when I complete this because I will be hungry."

She slowly lays herself out on hard pallet and begins to lower her mind to meditation, pushing back the slight hunger from not feeding recently. Opening her mind she prepares for ordeal, for the next several days, she will drink nothing, think nothing, and open herself to the gift the drinks of Saulot have awoken. It often does not work, but she must know the shape of the tapestry here.