Lorcan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} darksong) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} afreshrpg, |
The dining room had little appeal for Lorcan, he couldn't really enjoy most of the food there and there was only so much flavourless wine he could swallow without getting bored. He did a little mingling and paused for a couple of photos before heading towards the real object of interest - the exhibits and donation booth. Naturally Lorcan made a very large donation, afterall it was due to St Mungo's that he had managed to survive his ordeal and come out only half a monster.
After making his donation, Lorcan approached a case exhibiting a very elaborate antique dagger that was reputed to be curse. Interested, he leaned over to read the card detailing the history, but he had barely read the first line when his enhanced hearing picked up someone approaching and he straightened, turning to see who was coming to see him - a fan, a friend or something else?