In the wake of Ragnarok (0.6.2h) (Hank)
Sighing as he stretched his arms, Hrafen wasn't too excited about the new events. He'd survived through a shift from Sabbat rule to that of the Camarilla, and he would survive one in the opposite direction just fine. The ruling bodies in place didn't bother him so much as the fact that every time one of these shifts came about, he momentarily had the spotlight on himself.
Somebody always started sniffing around, and testing him out for combat readiness, even though he always made it very clear that he couldn't fight, or at least didn't want to, and he had to start the whole process of feigning a lack of capability once again to get them to go away.
Why, oh why fellow Kindred?
He knew damned well why, he just found it frustrating, regardless.
If his fellow Kindred could simply learn to live with each other, it would all go away, and they could all profit just fine with the situation as is. As it stood, however, now he was starting to suspect that if he didn't make a few (minor) connections in the city, he wouldn't see the next apocalypse coming, and he might be unprepared.
Thinking, Hrafen remembered Reginald. He hadn't been a terrible ruler, and he had mostly allowed his following to leave Hrafen alone. Problem was, if he saw that Hrafen had survived the Camarilla change in leadership, and was none the worse for wear, he might start to piece things together. Perhaps not, but that wasn't a chance Hrafen was willing to take.
No: now was the time for Hrafen to become "Hank" once again... the idiotic country boy that everybody seemed to forget about. He preferred it that way, after all, but it was vaguely irritating having to play such a simpleton's role just to survive comfortably. It would be so much easier just to sell his services, earn a reputation that people shouldn't screw with him, and then enjoy the relaxation that followed... but it never worked out like that with the Kindred, did it?
Shaking his head, Hrafen glanced upwards. The sky was dark, but he was on a mission. He needed to get somewhere to speak with other Kindred. He had some questions...
OOC -> Trying to head somewhere where perhaps Elysium exists? Somewhere he could gather some information?