Erinion was pouting as she closed in on the group. She didn't liked the docks to begin with. The soft glimmering of the night lights reflected from the river's surface were a nice add-on to the view from here apartment, so she was alright with rivers being there, sparkling from far away. But she'd never willingly come here. Homeless, young and old, beggars, workers... All mortals. All mortals that didn't interested her in the slightest. They were all just so..."Boring." And now, instead of looking after what was hers, she had to be here, lingering among them like she was some sort of dog forced to roll over at one command from the Prince.
[color=DarkGray][i]"One, two, three."[/i][/color]
Smoothing her hair and brushing off the bangs covering her eyes, Erinion tiptoed to the odd looking group and gave her best to listen. [color=DarkGray][i]"The Prince of lies."[/i][/color] The reason she was here was as simple as reasons can get - death wasn't in Erinion's plans. Avoiding it meant being here so she eventually listened to the black-hooded creature and strolled down to this filthy part of the city. 
[color=DarkGray][i]"Two, three, four, five."[/i][/color]
Playing with the thought of scurrying away back to her business she was so impolitely turned away from, Erinion swayed back and forth a few times giving her best to stay put.

"I just wanted to check on it." The two exchanging words before left slightly unsettling aura in the air but Dawn seemed nice enough, so she spoke right after her leaving little to no time for anyone else to jump in. "Make sure I'll get my painting, you know. But then the hoodie came and said I have to be... here." Honesty is sometimes [color=DarkGray][i]"Never."[/i][/color] the best policy and all, but Erinion figured that a short sigh would suffice to display enough of her displeasure, still not knowing who was in the Prince's fan club.
[color=DarkGray][i]"Manners lovely, were are your manners. Greet them."[/i][/color]
"And I didn't want to swim with the fishies, I don't like fishies." She added, a soft frown still framing her face. 

"The Queen of rats." Erinion stepped forward and preformed a graceful curtsey before Margarita. They were a strange bunch, made to stop what was about to happen by hiding in the darkness of a very wet, awful smelling place. But sometimes you just have to go with the flow and the best way to start is often a proper greeting.
"And Alex. Alex too." A quick salute was accompanied with a playful grin.
"One that fights, and the Daybreaker. Small vampire." Shooting a smile in their direction, Erinion pulled back to her place. "You may call me Erinion. Eri, if your tongue is troubled."
[color=DarkGray][i]"Two, three, four, five."[/i][/color]
"Five." She said letting her eyes glance over the Kindred before her. "Two, three, four. Five without me." Slowly counting down, Eri raised one finger after another while looking each of the vampires in the eyes. "Five against one. Five against thirty dead." Her lips stretched into a smile - there was a slight chance all of this could end up entertaining her. "And I mean dead dead. Not not dead." She chuckled softly at her explanation. 

"The prince wants the Gift."
[color=DarkGray][i]"The Jack of all trades seeks favours again."[/i][/color]
Tilting her head ever so slightly, Erinion turned to the group. "Lady without a nose asked what do I have to offer."
[color=DarkGray][i]"Favours that will never be repaid."[/i][/color]
Manhunts, vampirehunts, any kind of hunts actually were never her specialty. The ones she chose ended up dead sooner or later, the only difference was did she felt like playing with them first.
[color=DarkGray][i]"Told you, should've stayed home."[/i][/color]
"Father speaks through all of  us. When the time comes I might be able to share with you." As the sour odour lingering around the docks tickled her senses, Erinion shrugged. "Words spoken, and the ones not so much." 
She let her eyes wander around the surroundings for a moment, sopping in all what was around her; the six of Kindred, the ever lingering scent of sludge twirling around them, annoying tapping of human footsteps on the docks, the dread that let her know she was bound to this task no matter the price.
[color=DarkGray][i]"Two, three, four, five."[/i][/color]
"Six." Erinion whispered.