Praetor

Praetor let the little fledgling run, she wouldn't get in to much trouble around here. He waved to those working the bar and headed past the bar up to his home. He arrived and began to prepare, his invited guests would arrive soon and they would need proper arrangements. Opening his store room he collected a table cloth, the very same one that he had used when he ate with Winston Churchill and Woodrow Wilson. He laid it over a long ornate German table meant for twenty or more. Next he collected goblets he'd taken from the Catholic church years ago, each gold and jewel encrusted. Lastly he retrieved there drinks for the night, Three bottles of French wine dated in the 17th century. Four bottles of Brandy from Scotland along with some cider he'd had imported. Eight Italian wines as well, while they could not get drunk off of these fines drinks the taste and rarity made them worth drinking.

Praetor then busied himself with changing in to a suit, crimson red with gold trimmings. Eagles decorated the suit embroidered along the sleeves and on the jacket. He fixed his hair and placed his glasses upon his eyes, ghostly servants rushed around cooking and preparing food for his guests. The table would be filled with ancients dishes that all could enjoy. He looked out at the falling sun wondering when his guests would arrive or if they would listen to anything he had to say.

Auria 

Awoke with a yawn, a letter lay folded beside her bed. She carefully picked up it up as she dressed herself and groomed her silver hair. She opened it and humming then smiled, of course she would be there. She had to see this, after all the city and it's Clan were bound to be interesting as some were quite infamous. She pulled on white dress shirt, black pants, and long thick boots. She quietly headed over to Mira's room and knocked on the door. "Miss Mira, it's Auria. You should get up, important news for your family and you." She said in a soft voice.