You find Sheriff Qui lounging in the corner. To a casual observer he might appear relaxed, but since fighting alongside him during the Blood Hunt you're better able to read his body language. His muscles are tense—ready to strike like a snake at any sign of a threat—and his eyes are constantly moving, sizing up those around him with an almost paranoid fervor. His gaze softens as it lights on you and he inclines his head in greeting.
"Agad the Imperishable. Enjoying the ambiance?"
"That's certainly one way of looking at things," Qui says. "I wish I could see the world around me with such an optimistic eye. Alas," he tries to grin. "Agelessness has made a cynic of me. Power is in the air all right, but not only in its raw form. Do you see her over there with that Rabbi, Basaras? She's openly courting the Lasombra outside the presence of the Prince or Seneschal. It's a power play."
"I heard that Arundel and Corliss granted him hospitality once before," you say. "Something about Chicago."
"That's the only reason I haven't cleaved both their heads off their bodies," Qui growls. It sounds more like he's talking to himself than to you. Convincing himself. "The younger Kindred of clan Lasombra have been proactive about changing their power structures. In Chicago, they've been offering their elders to the Camarilla as conciliatory measures. Members of the clan have a history of attacking us at every turn, but times are changing fast. We lost most of the Brujah and the Gangrel, but gaining even a small faction of Lasombra could make all the difference. My personal feelings don't enter into this. It's the will of the Prince."