Qui squats down in front of the prisoner and looks her in the eyes until she can't help but drop her gaze down to the concrete floor, eyes lost behind a haze of messy blonde hair. Having been on that side of his stare before, you know just how intimidating it can be. "Why did you attack Alisha Grey?" the Sheriff asks, cutting right to the root of the matter.
The prisoner shifts her eyes to you, and then back to the floor. "We didn't," she says. "The Primogen must be mistaken." You can't help noticing that the woman doesn't flat-out call Alisha a liar.
"Why are the Tremere congregating beneath Ottawa without announcing themselves? The Traditions are very clear on what is expected of you upon arrival."
"We're looking for something," the prisoner says. "I was told we were allowed to be here! I didn't even know it was a secret until the others wouldn't let me out onto the street to hunt!"
"Lies!" Kashif says, unsheathing his sword. "I know her face! She was lurking outside my haven the night before my home was invaded. My assistant has photographic evidence! I demand my right to punish the guilty!"
Qui holds the irate Banu Haqim back, muscles on his arm bulging as Kashif pushes toward his intended victim. "Kashif," he warns. "This isn't helping. We need information."
"And I demand judgment!" the increasingly unhinged vizier shouts. "There are wards painted in Blood on the floors ahead! Why would an innocent party set up a lethal perimeter?"
"If he doesn't shut up," Lucca says, "every Warlock beneath Ottawa will know we're here." Jordan nods in agreement.