Ward glances at his watch. "I've discovered that Corliss is working with the Tremere against the Prince's wishes. She wants the Banu Haqim gone from Ottawa just like she supported kicking out the Rabble. She and Arundel never saw eye-to-eye on integrating what she considered the less desirable clans."
You arch an eyebrow. "That's not exactly news."
"Then maybe what's happening tonight won't surprise you. You know all about it already, eh?"
"The exhibition?"
"The Tremere are going to bomb it," Sevinc says. "We tracked down their supplier last night and I only had to feed two of them to my pets before the third told me all about the Warlocks' plan." She reaches down to pet the dogs' muzzles. You can't help but notice how sharp their teeth are. She looks back up at you. "They riled up a mortal anarchist group and told them that the exhibition was their best chance to strike back at the 'capitalist elites.' Normally they'd just picket the place, maybe break a window, but I think some coercion was involved. Blood Sorcery or mental manipulation, maybe both. Either way, there's gonna be a nice big Cammie roast tonight."