Reinhardt's POV
It had been a few days since the meeting with Lana, elder Hawthorne, Rogan of the Broken Chains, and David Blake. Reinhardt enjoyed the glass of whiskey under the bartender's unusual look, while thinking about the information he already had, and taking notes of all the key points on his notebook.
'Alright, there's the dinner with the elders, held at the Vaughn's villa, which culminated in the death of two elders, and a fight between Samuel, Marcus, and Clifford.' He sipped some more whiskey and sighed deeply, scribbling the thoughts on the paper. 'There's also the mysterious briefcase, and Clifford telling the whole state about the existence of the Sabaid. The elders now know about the Vaughn kid's death... It spells trouble with capital T, shit...'
