Assuming Sarah has made no move to stop him, the man with the alligator face reaches into his jacket and removes a badge pinned to a leather wallet. The badge is silver, shining like mercury in the street's lantern light. Embossed on it is a shield divided into four quadrants, each with the symbol of one of the four Freeholds of New Orleans. "Maybe this clarify things," he says smugly, a grin spreading on his toothy crocodile lips.

(OOC: Please give me Int + the higher of Politics or Occult +2)