Syd's eyes sputtered open in a sudden feeling of apprehension. As he braced his arm upon the cover of his coffin his eyes squinted revealing the hidden wrinkles of his true age. Damn ghouls, he thought to himself, as he awakened from the tomb and jerked the chain to the lamp post next to him.

He slowly arose from his tomb and then slowly sealed his sarcophagus. He walked about the empty mansion, and found his way down a corridor leading to the resting rooms of all the ventrue neonates. The whole west wing was dedicated to this, and at one point it was required. Every room was filled, and at some times 2 or 3 to a room. Most of the houses' guests werent very fond of this as Ventrue hold dear to their privacy and luxury. This is not a problem now, the days of Ventrue in Cascadia had drawn fewer then the view of sunlight, or almost. He walked further down the corridor, duely noting specific rooms, Mephisito's first room, Gabriel's, Liya Montaque, And his own at the end of the hall.

Syd shook his head in shame and disbelief.
He pondered a moment on what had happen to his beloved clan, The ones who have stayed and lived, did progress in honor and in thr ranks of hierarchy, but all that was left now was an army of ventrue ghould and a handfull of ventrue kindred... A saddened time for the clan, a saddened time indeed.