The very decorated voodoo priest stood, bowing extravagantly, as he stood back up, his obfuscate dropped, revealing the decomposition across his face, the trademark of his bloodline. It was surprising that he wasn't leaving flakes of himself behind. "Mah names Maman Moombi of the Samedi. As ah been heah sin my home flooded out, math purpose is ta continia what ah been doin. Ah got no more love for the Cam den day gots fer me, so ah'm hea ta establish dat ah have claim on chapelwood cemetery. Ya stay out mah names business, ah stay outs yours." He replaced his human disguise, sitting back down. 

The others rise to introduce themselves, all coming from other cities. Some to establish deals between Texarkana and their homes, some followed the prince here. A tremere, two gangrel, another venture, two toreadors, a Ravnos here to visit family, and a brujah bodyguard.