Yes," the Archon says, clearly unimpressed with your answer. "I am aware of the hunt. What concerns me is the Anarch's interest in you."
Corliss clears her throat. "Adeline, if Robert has a preoccupation with Agad the Imperishable at all—and that's in dispute—it would be as a way to strike back at me. My concerns about the man are well-documented. The best thing he ever did for this city was to leave, and in the end he couldn't even get that right."
"I'm well aware of your opinion, Eden," the Archon says, a hint of irritation in her voice. "I have no interest in re-treading that ground." She turns back to you. "Despite your sire's suggestions, your name has come up in conjunction with the Anarch's in more than half the interviews I've conducted so far."
The means by which I conduct my business aren't for you to question," Archon Adeline says. "My timetable should not concern you. I have it on good authority, Agad the Imperishable, that Ward attempted to contact you last night. The Feral, Hauberk, has not been subtle since he arrived in Ottawa. Did you meet with Ward?"
Corliss's face darkens. "And you didn't think to tell me this?"
"Never mind with that, Eden," Archon Adeline snaps. "The childe has told you at the earliest available opportunity…unless Arundel's communications ban has been lifted in his absence?" Corliss shakes her head. "Of course not," Adeline continues. "The Second Inquisition is a threat that dwarfs even these Anarch insurgencies."
"Of course," Corliss says. "And Agad the Imperishable made the correct call by warning Ms. Grey as quickly as possible. It was the correct decision, even if it left me momentarily uninformed."
Archon Adeline smiles and turns to watch you closely. "Where did you see Ward? What kind of attack did he warn you about, exactly?"
"Chinatown, north of Somerset Street." You detail the location as best you can. "Ward was with a woman I've never seen before. He called her Sevinc."
Adeline perks up. "Turkish woman, long black hair?"
You nod. "And she had two Rottweilers with her. Might make her easier to track."
"That's her." She pauses and thinks for a moment, like she's putting together pieces of a puzzle. "Be careful with that one." You get the impression that the Archon is saying this to both you and your sire. "She's Banu Haqim, and quite a bit more deadly than that vizier you have up here collecting mothballs."
"And what exactly did you discuss during your time together?" Corliss asks.