You're struck silent for a moment, stunned. An Archon dispatched to Ottawa? Either that means the most powerful Kindred on the continent have learned that Prince Arundel is missing, or something even more sinister is going on. Archons act as ground enforcers for the near-mythical Camarilla elite and they're rarely seen, even when they're actively deployed. Few Kindred have ever met one in person, but when one is openly dispatched to a city, the local Kindred will bend over backward to give the appearance of compliance. Many view it as a great shame—a strong suggestion that the local Prince is incapable of keeping order in their own domain.
Gerard properly reads the concern on your face. "Someone quite powerful is concerned about the Anarchs causing trouble in public, I'd wager."
"That can't be the only reason," you mutter. "Anarchs cause trouble like this all the time. It would be beneath the Archon's notice unless something else is happening alongside it."
But how confident are you of that sentiment? Many younger Kindred aren't aware of the existence of the Archons, much less their shadowy masters. Even you have only heard of them because of Corliss's intense battery of studies while you were a fledgling.
Gerard remains dubious of your assessment. "The Anarchs are a problem. If the Prince were here that would be one thing, but if his disappearance has become widely known, these Archons might think they need to take matters into their own hands."