Home of Shadowhold's prince, Sasha Dolzaev, and a Camarilla elysium.

From the ivory tower that was Dolzaev Manor, our coterie is summoned by the Prince, Sheriff, and Anarch elders for a purpose not explicitly stated.

Nefertiti was a bit surprised that the Prince, the Sheriff and Anarch Elders was summoning her, for she hasn't heard anything on the streets about something or someone acting out of foolishness.

Driving up in one of her expensive cars she arrived to the summoning, exiting the car and walking into Dolzaev Manor as the servants guided her down some hallways to where she looked at a few Kindreds standing around.

Greeting, Prince Dolzaev and fellow guests. I arrived as quickly as I could. she said as she allowed her eyes to scan the room for any other familiar faces.

Rook arrived on foot, stepping from the shadows into the light around the manor.  His steps echoing softly through the passageways the servants led him down.  He nods in acknowledgement to the assembled vampires, stopping at a neutral distance from Nefertiti.  The space implying nothing more than was already known about any association they might have.
   Possessed of an athletic and muscular man, standing 5'10" tall.  He wears black jeans, black steel toed works boots, a black leather belt with a two pronged buckle, and either a red flannel with the sleeves rolled half-way up his forearms.  He has dark brown hair,and  a neaty trimmed Amish style beard.  Hazel green eyes gaze sharply from beneath his brows.