The local casino, and an Anarch elysium.

An athletic and muscular man, dressed in business casual walks in with a crowd of people.  Dark brown hair, a nearly trimmed Amish style beard, and hazel green eyes adorn an unremarkable face.  Trading in some cash, he aquires a variety of chips and tokens.  Starting at a bank of slot machines, he plays with no hurry, as one passing time after the end of a work week.  Beneath the surface though, his senses are open, taking in all that is said and done.    Particularly alert to the presence of other Kindred, should they choose to approach.  He has met them here before, and done work within their sect.  Being as seen here as at the White Towers' Elysium.  Though he holds no loyalty to either side.

A few hours later, the man leaves.  Exiting from a private conference room, cashing in his chips at the counter, and walking out the door.  Perhaps poorer in funds, but richer for it.