As Morven arrived Praetor opened the door and bowed to her. "Glad you could join us. The table is set, go have a seat the ghosts will serve you." Credit to Praetors power specter's floated around pouring silver goblets of blood and offering bottles of alcohol old and rare. Praetor himself was dressed perfectly in a white, metal armor over pieces of it. His sword at his side everything polished perfectly. "I assume your grandson will be here shortly... No doubt causing me more trouble. If you'll excuse me I have a mater to tend to, Auria see to the guests." 

Auria walked dressed in white and black, her blade at her hips along with both her pistols. She bowed to Morven as she passed before rushing out to greet the others. She watched the Blackmoore's gather, her hands rest on her weapons. What looked to be a delicate little girl was much more threatening than she seemed. Her presence reminded other much of Praetor yet different, she seemed more ready to kill and maim and much more modern the guns indicated that much. Yet she dripped a power one that could make even the strongest vampire fear her. She seemed as unique and strange as Praetor. She looked at Beatrix and her... Lack of modesty, it was embarrassing. Vampires should not parade around looking like harlots, they were beings of great power and with that came responsibility they must look honorable and immaculate not like dime store prostitute. 

Praetor stepped out. "Alistair, I see you invited your entire clan... Come in then. Though I warn you, if they upset my dinner... Well I've always wanted to try eating another vampire." He flashed a grin that showed just how willing he was, Praetor was not playing anymore he plan to fix his pupil and pity the vampire or man who tried to stop him. "Have your people come in... And do let them know that those that do not behave with proper manners will be tossed out a window. I expect you've taught all of them at least some manners, then again you are cut from barbarous clan aren't you. Auria see them in." He told her and she nodded turning the the Blackmoore's as Praetor re-entered the house.