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Ah, New Orleans. It was nearly the yang to London’s yin in terms of civility and order but something had always drawn him to it over the years. It was hard to resist the raw seductive power that ran through the city and now he’d cultivated his assets enough to feel confident to his ability to finally make the city his own - especially since he’d caught rumors of a unchecked siphoner running around town. The New Orleans coven were fools to not immediately have closed ranks around the nuisance. But one’s man trash and all that. He’d carefully researched the area, tried to find the right way to blend in terms of clothing, accent, and name and now walked confidently through the streets, having built up a solid alias and charmed the right people into supporting it. He was now Mathieu - a New Orleans baby born out of wedlock and shipped off to distant family abroad to be raised and hidden. But now he was making his return. And oh, what a return it would be. Matt couldn’t wait and yet found the endless introductions to be quite dreary but necessary for his extended plans.
Who knew families were quite so large and boisterous though? Barely refraining from rolling his eyes, he used them to sweep over the bar instead, trying to find the outlier. Likely the siphoner was a newcomer to the city - hence the other benefit of making himself part of the community - they’d let him know who was not one of them and he could begin his search there. There were a few that were solo or clearly tourists but nobody quite pinged Matt just yet. Maybe it was time to walk the streets, to listen for a witch’s pained cry and watch the fool dart off. Or maybe...he’d give it just a few minutes more. Something was telling him to stay put and it’d be worth it and he’d long ago learned to listen to those voices.