Watching the crowd..

Arthur sat in his chair on the catwalks observing the patrons gathered below and thought about what else the future might bring. Below him the customers were more relaxed than his mood. The evening start didn't bode well as the saying about bad things happening in threes was not entirely false. It would be more accurate to say that these things happened in clusters and in his experience tended to go from bad to worse.

Several memories surfaced into his mind as he thought about how things could go so wrong so fast. The night he opened the Existence as an Elysium was among the most frustrating since several of the less savory members of the supernatural communities believed that neither he nor his people could enforce the rules he set forth. That night was a blood bath for far too many people. Several of his earlier adventures before he became as powerful as he now was weren't exactly examples of safe behavior. As the thoughts were racing through his mind he got the strong urge to move around the club and mingle.

Arthur had learned long ago to trust his instincts and his feelings in any situation. He knew his desire to move through the club and the people was an urging from sensory magick even it he couldn't yet clearly define what or who he was looking for.