Les Cours Mont-Royal

Physical Read

A former luxury hotel converted to a shopping center in the 1980s. Five stories of marble, brass, and skylit atria. During the day, mortals shop for things they can’t afford. After hours, the building belongs to Valez.
The Archbishop’s quarters occupy the upper floors, sealed off by locked stairwells and ghouls who don’t ask questions. The rooms retain the hotel’s original grandeur — crown molding, parquet floors, chandeliers that cast light on walls that have absorbed screaming.
The contrast is the point. Gilded authority over a shopping mall. The Sabbat version of the Camarilla’s Elysium, except here the violence is not hidden but deferred.

The Archbishop’s court. Where Valez holds audiences, issues decrees, and reminds everyone who owns the city.
The coterie comes here when summoned. Nobody comes here voluntarily.
Political barometer for the Sabbat power structure. Watch who enters, who waits, who leaves quickly and who doesn’t leave at all.

Valez. Completely and without ambiguity. The building is his territory, his court, his statement.
Ghouls manage building security and control mortal access to the upper floors.
Visiting Bishops and pack leaders are guests, never residents. Valez does not share space.