The midget vampire spat and it hit the dirt in a wad at Ash's feet. Where it mingled with the dust it made light brown mud that made him want to step back slightly, but seeing the twinkle in the dwarfs eyes he suspected that was the man's intention from the start. To the carnie's anyone outside their order was simply a rube or a rustler. Obviously Samson was still trying to figure out what category to put Ash in, and the Ulfric wasn't going to help him make up his mind.

He had brought Samson and some of the rousties of the Carnivale D'La Nuit to the land on which Silent was constructing her new business. It had once been a mental asylum, but some day in the near future she would be turning it into something more. The land itself though had more than enough room for the Carnivale to erect their new grounds. All that they had to do was iron out the details. Simple enough, except that Marcus was currently in Tibet with Loke. That left Ash at a disadvantage with the carnie's and their friends.

Brushing pale fingers back through the sleek silk of his black hair he pulled an envelope out of the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to the diminutive vampire. Inside were folded papers to be signed. Just a bit of legalese to keep them in line on the new property. Ash had seen just how crazy they tended to get when given free reign, and he had no intention of letting that happen here. As Samson looked over the papers Ash gave Jonesy a once over, the two of them had played cards on occasion and got along slightly better than some of the others.

"Any idea when Sophie's going to be arriving?"

He knew that the seer and her mother Appolonia had been delayed in their arrival, but he was hoping he'd be able to get a session with her soon enough. The two men made small talk as they waited for Samson to cross all his t's and dot all his i's. Talk of acquaintances, of cards, and women. Just the kind of meaningless banter than men carry on in a pinch while waiting for something else. Once Samson signed on the line Ash took the papers back and made sure everything was legal. The land was still Silent's, and the Carnivale was set upas renters through their patron Marcus Valerius. They didn't own the land, but Silent didn't own them. It was an agreement that both sides could deal with and hopefully profit from.

"Pleasure doing business with you Samson. See you round the tables mate."

At the last he tipped his head to Jonesy before turning to head back towards his car. Well, Silent had wanted to help the Carnivale. Now he was just hoping she wasn't getting more than she had bargained for. Already behind him he could hear the rousties shouting orders, and he was sure that by midnight the place would be swarming with trucks and tents as they set up shop. The asylum would never be the same again. Folding the paperwork he slipped it back into the back pocket of his jeans as he climbed into his Impala. Time to give Silent the good news.