Raven had never been fond of being summoned. In time gone by, Gabriella would be the one summoned to a meeting of influential kindred. But Gabriella was gone and so the responsibility fell to Raven. She was sure there were other, more influential Gangrel out there that could better represent the clan than her, but many Gangrel were not fond of the Camarilla as a whole. Raven herself, while not exactly a fan, didn't exactly dislike the organization she was loosely a part of. And she had already formed a working, if somewhat cold, relationship with Cranston. But that did nothing to alleviate her dislike of being summoned.

It did, however, afford her an opportunity to spread her wings. Quite literally. The vampire had taken the form of her namesake animal, a raven, and taken to the sky to make her way to the meeting. This was Raven's favourite part of her undead life. Taking the shape of another creature hadn't lost any of its charm in her five centuries. Soaring through the air on open wings or running through the forest on four legs gave her more happiness than she had ever known when she was alive.

Raven had Ronny call ahead to ensure a window be left open for her. She seemed to have a penchant for entering through windows. Once inside the building, Raven shifted back into human form. She was still dressed in her high tops and leather duster. She hadn't bothered to dress up like she knew so many of the others were likely to do when attending a meeting such as this. Raven didn't see the point. She had no desire to impress the others with fancy outfits. She had no desire to impress anyone. She had stopped caring about such things long ago. At least as far as her fellow kindred were concerned. It was always fun to inspire awe in the normals. And as she made her way to the meeting room, she certainly did that. She was quite a sight as she swished her way down the hallway, looking firmly out of place in such a fancy establishment in her current attire. She passed a young couple, arm in arm, who shifted in towards the wall as she passed. She made a kissing motion at them and carried on without breaking her stride.

There were a number of ghoul bodyguards lurking around outside the meeting room. No doubt Cranston's people. She didn't recognize the majority of them but the that she did recognize from previous meetings obviously recognized her too and opened the door to the meeting room for her. She gave him a nod as she passed into the room and observed the others there. Her eyes narrowed as they locked onto the androgynous character seated near the head of the table. Raven did not like Tzimisce. Their penchant for distorting and mutating beauty left Raven with an uneasy feeling. She tried not to think about it however as she took a seat. As one of the oldest in attendance, she would likely have been expected to take a seat close to the head of the table but instead dropped down at the opposite end, directly across from Cranston. She wanted to keep as much distance between her and Sanguina as possible. She swung her feet up onto the large table and reclined in her chair as she listened to Cranston explain why they had all been summoned.

The Inquisition? Raven had to admit, she had not expected that. She thought those fanatics had hung up their pitchforks and torches a long time ago. But apparently not. And not only were they back but they also had the audacity to kidnap the vice president? Raven wondered, if they knew about the vice president being kindred, did that mean they knew about Cranston too? She cocked her head slightly at the Camarilla leader as the others in attendance voiced their willingness to help. Raven had always preferred to observe a situation before voicing her opinion. She peered at Cranston, trying to get a read on him. Nicholas Cranston was a politician and as such was well trained in hiding his true feelings. But much like an animal sensing a human's emotions, Raven felt like she could sense an undercurrent of fear in Cranston. She could understand this. Raven had run into the inquisition several times over the centuries and knew they were dangerous. Her initial impulse was to turn and run in the opposite direction but then a thought waved over her. If they inquisition were back, that meant they were up to their old tricks which usually involved shanking her kind. She was quickly filled with dread. Gabriella, her beloved sire had gone missing. Did the inquisition have something to do with that? Raven hoped not. Surely they would have made an appearance before now if they had been around since Gabriella vanished. But maybe they had just been keeping quiet. Maybe it was only their involvement with such a high profile individual that had brought them back into the spotlight. There were simply too many questions that needed answers and Raven couldn't afford to ignore this if there was even a small chance that the inquisition had anything to do with Gabriella's disappearance. After thinking about it for a brief moment, she jutted her chin at Cranston in silent agreement to help. Raven was always far less vocal than other kindred but this time it was motivated by a growing dread and increasing rage at the possibility that the inquisition had killed her sire. She had no evidence yet but if there was any out there, she would damn well find it.