The ghoul raises his eyebrows. "Attacks, you say? The bad-old-days of raids from Montreal again?"
You shake your head. "We don't know yet. Just be on guard for anything suspicious. If you feel like you need to hire some trusted muscle to watch the areas outside the front entrance, I'll leave that to your discretion."
Gerard scribbles down a note in the small pad he always keeps on his person. "The fact that you're bringing it up to me is concerning enough, sir. Consider it done."
"Thank you, Gerard."
"No problem at all. Before you retire for the day, I have a pertinent item for your attention. It will only be a moment."
You sink into a plush chair beside Gerard's desk as he flips through his notebook. Hopefully it's not something that requires immediate action. In a world of "feast or famine," this isn't the type of feasting you've grown accustomed to.