There was surely a spark of interest in Neferiti's eyes and a curl to her lips when the stranger mentioned himself as a God. Something herself has a touch of in her, and soon to be a True Goddess.

Then she will gladly make a visit to Carmilla and let her know of the Crones dissatisfaction.

Sariel gave a bow causing the security to ready weapons. "Sariel, once god of education and transformation of the realm Ardain. Friend and mentor to Necros, an ally of yours. Recently resurrected by the folly of that memory vore. If you would honor me with your time and consideration I have a task I would ask of you that comes with a unique payment. I know you owe me no such kindness, but I am hopeful."

"Perhaps even fulfilling tasks you have for me should you have any."

"Welcome Sariel. I wasn't expecting you." He looks at the bodyguards and says, "my friends, if Sariel wished any of my esteemed guests harm, don't you think he could have done so, by now? Come, Sariel, we can discuss your request in private. If you don't mind, Nefertiti will join us, should she desire." Sal leads the alleged god into the portal room, reveling in any hushed whispers such a thing brings.

The pale man nodded, "If she is fine by you she is fine by me." He gave Nefertiti a bow as if he had stepped out of a medieval book, so many finely dressed people Sal and his company must all be lords and ladies. "It is a very good pleasure to meet you Nefertiti."

"What is exactly going on here? The barrier between realms is as thin as water, everyone is dressed up as monsters out there and like royalty in here. I have never in my time seen so many pumpkins and so much sugar in one place." He spoke as he was lead by Sal. The moment he saw the main body of the party his eyes went wide and he smiled wide, clearly surprised by the number of vampires but also delighted in surprise. "Maxium and Rem would be turning three shades of red, how wonderful."

When they made it to the portal room he looked like he had to concentrate for a moment as the magic in the room was greatly harassed by his presence. "Ope, that's not gonna last." He walked up the portal as a matter of habit and from his hands, under his nails, thin fibers started to lace out. He started to outline the portal with them to make sure the threads he shed naturally wouldn't just close the portal forever. "Sorry."
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Nefertiti continued to hold onto Sal's arm as he lead them into a more secluded area to speak.

When Sariel spoke to her she replied "It is my pleasure to meet you as well Sariel.  I do hope that I will have time to talk to you as well about other matters. bowing her head slightly.

She listened to all he had to say and watched as his fingers spun a web of magic upon the portal.  Taking in all that she was capable of understanding

 As Sal took Sariel somewhere private, he could hear commotion coming from the main hall. There were intermittent, panicked screams followed by silence.

 One of the security met Sal in the room. "Sir, one of the elders has entered Rötschreck and has fled into one of your private rooms. Most of the neonates have suffered some form of panic attack followed by acute memory loss."

"Ill be happy to talk about whatever you like, though do keep in mind my nature is to give people a push and help them figure their own way. Lots of people got short with me when I wouldn't just tell them how to get to the end of their book." He nodded once, "I like seeing people reach a new personal best."

He blinked at the screams. "If I knew you had aura readers I would have prepared..."

There could of been a slight smirk upon her face when she heard Sariel's comment and hoped that the one suffering was none other than Carmilla.  She needed to feel the displeasure of the Crone.  And tonight Nefertiti was that Crone.

"Try and keep them calm. The sooner Sariel and I finish our conversation, the sooner everyone here can rest easier." When Sariel started to fray the portal, Sal quickly checked a security feed, looking for the safest path to bring Sariel to another empty room, with as few kindred on the way as possible, "Very well, a different room. I don't need my enchantment ruined, thank you." Sal locked the door behind him and led Sariel and Nefertiti through. Once there, he gestured at the most comfortable seats in the the room, and said, "Make yourselves comfortable. Now Sariel, I don't know the name Necros, but my employer mentioned your name in the aforementioned 'memory vore's' domain. What do you request of me?"

Sariel followed and sat as instructed so he wouldnt cause more trouble. "He has had a few names. But A Good Doctor was always my favorite." Sariel opened his jacket and reached into a hole stitched to the inside. From it he pulled a box he set on his lap and opened for Sals inspection.

The box was a highly detailed chess board. The tiles could flip to indicate a claim of territory, and there was a four space board that could pop up over the board to indicate airspace. The letters and numbers on the grid made no sense in the alien language.

Each game piece was carved to look like someone. A king named Endar, a bishop named Severius, a Queen named Celest. A knight named Rath. All cut to great detail. There was even a rook carved in the likeness of Sariel encased in a moon.

On the inside there was a runic text that Sariel translated, "To a son of Ardain so well loved."

"In our realm, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month there was a festival of the religion of change. It was called the festival of mutato. Everyone wore a simple mask and sold the fruit of their skill or taught their skill as a means to give the next generation a taste of the direction they should take their life."

"It was the first time Necros left his cottage in mother knows how long, and the first religious event any God had seen him go to."

"It was custom for a patron to give gifts. Many people got spell books, but Necros got a chess board. At the time I thought he gave up on planning ahead, of living life. The board was a invitation to come back to life."

"In that horror of a beast he said he lost the board when Ardain fell. This replacement is a thank you letter in the tradition. Because he clearly came back to life, and has many sons and daughters he looks after now."

"What I need from you is to give this to him on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, not two weeks from today I'm told. But I'm not entirely sure how often I can be on this side. I really have no other means to deliver this too him assuredly on the eleventh beyond planning ahead like this."

"For payment I can offer a bolt of glass silk and likely a good tip if you can suprise him with it. Though it's not required."
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Nefertiti listens as the guest spoke. She looked at the writing and to her surprise she was able to read it. Not something she has read before but it seemed to make her think there is more to herself than what she thinks.

As Sariel spoke of this one, her mind thought only of one person.  Talion

There was surely something about him and she can tell that he had the abilities of a God.  Seeing that he is the Creator of the Synthetic People, he could be also considered the name Good Doctor.
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Sal wonders if Sariel can be trusted. So many powerful entities have wished Talion harm, and lives were lost every single time. "I don't like the idea of surprising Necros, as you call him. If you don't mind, I will keep the gift here, until he confirms that you can be trusted. I mean this as no disrespect, but the way I look at it, if you mean him no harm, there will be no problem. And if you do mean him harm, there's no way I'm getting out of this unscathed, but I know better than to try and deceive a god." Once again, in way over my head! Sal thought.

"A good dose of caution never hurt anyone. I understand and respect any way or plan you have about it, just that it's done on the day that would be the festival of mutato. He would know beyond a doubt that it comes from me that way."

"Now, as I have effectively exposed the spiritual underwear of the local, elders was it? Is there anything I can do for you? After all, if you didn't go with him to the memory vore I wouldn't have likely been able to get out as I did."

Sal thought for a moment, "You said you were a god of transformation, correct? Can you transubstantiate the synthetic vitae I'm serving my guests into fresh blood? Or at least give it all the properties of such?"

"Transmutation of liquid to liquid is very easy. But have your men bring in water jugs instead. I'll turn the water to blood so you have both. If you want it to taste right I'll need a drop of native blood. Otherwise it will taste funny, or I assume so as it will default to Ardainian blood."
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A smile crossed her face as she listened to the request for the need of blood.  It seemed strange that twice this night it may become a request for her blood.

Turning her attention to Sariel "With this drop of blood would it be as True as the blood was coming from the donor?

"To me blood is blood. If I used troll blood it would be troll blood, but I know it wouldnt count as part of the orignal creature for things like a scry spell."

"If you dont care about flavor then normal human blood from my realm is as easy as pouring it. I just dont want to start a war by not having my pinky finger out sipping tea. Would you rather taste test first?"

Sal raises an eyebrow, "Nefertiti, I believe you are the most human person here. I don't know what unusual properties your blood might possess. If I could taste a drop, please. I can't risk everyone under my protection going berserk or exploding, or something. Oh... and if I explode, please send my remains to Noah, and ask if he can take them somewhere with a lot of mana or spirit activity."

Sariel shook his head no, "I do not encourage drinking her blood directly. I can replicate her blood and tone it down a notch but there is a storm in her blood. It would hit like a drink called Troll killer. The most stout warriors would drink it, a spirit made from mushrooms."

"You, Sal, are a psychopomp so you could drink her blood just fine. But the security guards out there would be in drinking lamp oil." He leaned in and looked at her closely before pulling a glass out of that hole in his jacket. "Only needed a drop of blood if I didn't have the person here. As you're right here."

He put his hand over the glass and it filled from the bottom up. "It will hit like pure grain liquor."

Sal says, "My thanks, Sariel," before he takes a sip.

 It's been a very long time since Sal had consumed real liquor... the last time being back when he was still alive. The mouthful of blood tasted like blood but it burned aaaaallll the way down and he began to feel just a little light-headed from just the sip.

 Sariel wasn't kidding about this transmuted blood hitting like grain alcohol.

Sal shuddered, smiled, and said, "Wonderful! And it will have the same effect on the other Kindred?"

Her eyebrow arched when Sariel mentioned that her blood had a Storm in it.  What ever did her mean by it was nagging at her for she knew that she only awaken when the Storm hit the city, the world.  Was she the cause of the Storm.  shaking her head "No".  She couldn't of been the reasoning.

"Interesting you would say that Sariel.  It has something to do with what I wish to speak to you about.  When you have a moment and done with helping Sal.

"ᚨ ᛏᛟᚨᛋᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚷᛟᛟᛞ ᚺᛖᚨᛚᛏᚺ" Sariel said when Sal drank the blood. It was a toast.

"Well, what would a bunch of kindreds do smashed drunk? A drink or two would be fine but some people are violent drunks, others are lover drunks, some become politicians."

"The blood will have the same effect on them as it did you, I can do two hundred and twenty-five Kings Drams of fluid over the span of five breaths or so."

he nodded to Nefertiti.
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"That would be appreciated, thank you. I'll have to have the Sherrif's men watch that no one imbibes to much, or leaves too inebriated. We can leave it up to Nefertiti if she wishes to reveal that the blood is based on hers. " Sal wasn't sure what a 'kings dram' was, but appreciated any amount.