Gabriel hadn't seen much of Maiha since their hunt together the other day. He hoped that his friend was well. A small smirk passed his lips and he told the werehorse to switch directions. Instead of just hoping that Maiha was well, he would go see him for himself.
The ride to the teahouse wasn't a long one, and as he paid the werehorse a brow rose. Something was off, and Gabriel let out a soft sigh. The young looking vampire opened the door to the teahouse, and shut it behind him. Icy eyes looked over the ghouls, slowly as if calculating their worth in the arena.
Finally his eyes rested on the lithe form of a Japanese man, and Gabriel inclined his head to the other. Compared to the other's elaborate dress, Gabriel probably looked like a slob in his t-shirt and jeans had it not been for the confidence that exuded from the vampire.He carried himself with pride, and a regal air that only a prince or someone of Sanguine descent could pull off, or at least that was his opinion. Gabriel tended to have a higher opinion of himself and those that were in his family. They were power incarnate, and they all deserved respect.
He carefully took in the other for several moments, "You must be this new employee I've heard about." His voice was soft, lilting and pleasant to the ears. "I had come to see Maiha, but it appears that he is not here today." He hoped that everything was alright with his friend, "I am Gabriel Spitz." He spoke his name as he walked over to the other, hands clasped behind his back. "Overseer of the games." He always added his title after his name because he enjoyed the work that he did at the arena. His work had become a better part of his life, and there was nothing that Gabriel enjoyed more than watching the gladiators as they trained and then fought for their lives. Sometimes Gabriel believed that he'd been born in the wrong era.