The vizier pauses for a moment, considering your words. You can actually hear him grinding his teeth. Finally, he sniffs and walks away without a word, but not before giving you an approving nod.
Qui turns his attention back to the prisoner. "You said that you were looking for something down here. What is it?"
"An artifact," she says, squirming beneath Qui's gaze. "Mother's been discussing it with a Gangrel professor for months, and Lang believed it was cached somewhere beneath Parliament Hill. When the Sabbat were burned out of Montreal, something ancient and powerful fled here…even its absence left a resonance. Mother believes that whatever came here has left for the battlefields of the Old World—felt the pull of the Beckoning—and left its relics in the deep to retrieve when it returns."
"From what I've seen, most of you are too interested in fighting with each other to see what's right under your noses. It's amazing that you've evaded the mortals' so-called Second Inquisition for so long considering how oblivious you are."
Qui grabs the prisoner's attention back. "You talked about your mother. Who do you mean?"
The prisoner seems shocked by the Sheriff's question. "You don't know who I am? I'm Daphne, first childe of Prince Annabelle."
Qui's face twists with anger. "You're telling me that Annabelle sent a coterie of Tremere to dig beneath Parliament without the permission of Prince Arundel?"
"I told you before," Daphne says, "I thought we had permission. Maybe you should clear this up with the Seneschal."
"Oh, I intend to," Qui says. He picks Daphne up off the floor and hands her to his retainers. "Secure her, and make sure she isn't able to draw any of her own Blood. We might need more answers from her if things go bad."
"What are we going to do?" you ask.
"What we were ordered to do," Qui says. "Purge the Warlocks from the tunnels. In light of this new information, any who surrender immediately will be allowed to plead their case at council, but any who resist will meet final death."
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