[the raven has pitch black feathers fading at the neck into a jewel red tone. Her eye catches Saralegui as he approaches, looking him up and down briefly. The other eyes socket is overgrown with a spider lily, a feature all the Vampires appear to have, with some difference in placement between them.

She speaks with a breezy tone, like a drunk auntie.]

Yes, little thing, yes. We here head the major families within the Springtide Clan. Majesty Ydris' invited only the best of us. [she preens. Modesty isn't going to be a common trait among these sorts.]