Royal Albert Hall

After watching the controversy about the new Bishop of South London with a certain delight, Harker turns his back to the crowd which gathered around the shouting woman and the Earl. Huh, those Lancea Sanctum kindred, always looking for new conflicts and enemies... "Let's go, Cromwell. I think we have other matters to attend to." He heads for the entry hall, saying his goodbyes where appropiate and continues to his car. "So South London apparently has a new Bishop, let's hope she is not quite as crazy as the others of her type. That girl she had with her was weird, undead but not quite kindred. But also kinda cute."

"Indeed, master Harker", Cromwell supplies the expected words of acceptance and swiftly opens the door for his master leading into the cool night. He than takes a deep breath enjoying the simple sensation of it, before he follows his master to his car. Once they are seated he than proceeds to watch his master beside him, silently waiting to know where the night would lead them.

"Home, Cromwell", the soft voice shows nothing of frustration Harker must feel considering the insufficiency of his lowly servant.
Cromwell shudders, feeling a chill in his bones and the leaden realisation of his own incompetence. He should have know it...
He quickly starts the car and begins drive toward Meade Mews.

(Cromwell and Harker leave)