"My sentiments exactly," Corliss says, flashing you an approving smile. "Why would the Tremere play their hand so openly? Far more likely, another is manipulating you against them, using knowledge of your clans' sordid histories."
Kashif nods sagely. "It is indeed a possibility. But one which should be investigated. Between this boldness and the growing presence of the Anarchs, I fear that the rumors being passed around Elysium may be true."
Corliss arches an eyebrow, hands on her hips.
"That the Prince has been called by the Beckoning," Kashif continues, undeterred. "Off to the Middle East. By all accounts, the condition is pandemic—elders from all corners of the globe unnaturally pulled to the Holy Lands to fight in the Gehenna War. Word is, our beloved Prince is the latest to be called."
"Wild speculation," Corliss says with a sniff. But she says it too quickly. Both you and Kashif can sense that the circulation of such a rumor interests her greatly. "None saw Arundel leaving the city."
"Other elders in different cities have disappeared without a trace as well," Kashif continues, pushing his luck. "The Beckoning strikes at random, drawing the elder blood home. Perhaps one night it will see all of us drawn to battle. Pray that such a night does not come soon."