Can't even trust them shadows when ya around'em. That's what some Nosferatu friend of mine used to say. Died of a Shroud of Night, poor wretch. And that Assamite dude back at the Tremere clan book, hey, he's just as bad, don't believe anything else. He poses as a Lasombra at every chance. Boy, he's got it, man ! He can stalk you in the shadows like few Lasombra I've seen. Better keep quiet. Well, anyway, Lasombra are not exactly what I would call a fallen angel, although some of them refer as that to them. Don't get me wrong, they ain't devils either, not half as bad and mad as the Baali, but, you know, kinda like not the people you wanna hang around with the whole time. You wouldn't wanna end up as some midnight snack, ya know... The good thing about the Camarilla is that they abolish sucking your brother. Good thing about the Sabbath: You know they will. Keep about a jaw's space between you and the Lasombra next table, and you should be able to have your drink in peace. As soon as you step outside, though..... the Marquis, vampire hunter and leech himself