No Shelter
Van Fokke chuckled. "No, you're not Luc Beaumont. Close, though. It was definitely a file photo. Hm, no matter. Keep your anonymity for now."
An obsequious servant dissolved into view as he stepped into the circle. He held out a silver chalice on a platter, and van Fokke took it. Behind him, Liam could hear the ghouls pouring something. Moments later, one appeared, holding out a chalice of black ichorous liquid for Liam to take.
"As you no doubt already know, I am Noonian van Fokke," he said. "And I'm going to guess that you're the reason those two old faggots have gone back on the offensive. I'm also going to guess that your old haven is the one in Riverhead that exploded, oh, what is it, a month ago? Stop me if I'm getting warm, here."
He raised his glass to Liam, and took a sip.