"All are aware of the Beckoning," Kashif says. "Speaking of our Prince being called is not to cast aspersions; only the most powerful feel its pull. Such a rumor honors him."
Corliss sighs in an attempt to feign boredom. "Enough. I have heard your petition, Vizier. I will open an investigation into the alleged Tremere threats. Does that satisfy you?"
Kashif nods and drops into a formal bow. "My thanks. I am grateful, Seneschal," he says before righting himself and spinning on his heel to face the exit, his multi-colored robes swirling. He closes the door softly behind him, leaving you alone with your sire.
Corliss waits for several seconds until she is certain that Kashif has left the adjoining room. "These rumors concern me, Agad the Imperishable. And I do not appreciate being undermined during an audience. Have you grown weary of your paperwork?"
You can't help an involuntary nod. The task is dreadfully dull.
"Very well," she says. "We must begin an investigation into the rumors of Arundel's disappearance. If he was truly Beckoned, it would be best to learn everything we can before the accusations begin."
"Accusations?"
"Of course, childe. Don't be naive. In the event of a powerful Kindred's mysterious disappearance, blame and suspicion are always certain to follow. In this particular case, I am Ottawa's second in command. If the Prince cannot be found, I will assume control of the domain until such time as he returns. The office of Seneschal is not one to take lightly; Arundel hand-picked me for the position against the will of the court, and such slights are rarely forgotten. I expect many of those same self-serving licks will work against me in the coming nights. They may have begun spinning their schemes already."
You nod in understanding.
"I must ask," Corliss continues. "Have you personally heard rumors about the Prince's disappearance? From whom?"
You've actually heard several mentions of such a rumor, most recently from Corliss's other childe, Lucca, and your retainer Gerard. Telling Corliss this may ingratiate her to you, but you doubt Lucca or Gerard would appreciate your loose tongue.