Adeline purses her lips and leans back against the wall. "I don't know if I'm witnessing steel courage or insanity. Coming after your sire is one thing, but when said sire is Seneschal, it's damn near suicidal."
"You said you wanted to cut through the bullshit," you say, trying to stay cool. "If I wanted to bullshit you, I'd have come up with something that didn't put me in the cross hairs."
"Which is precisely why I believe you," Adeline says, watching you like a hawk. "You're hardly new to this game; it's been many years since you were a witless fledgling. Since Arundel's disappearance, your sire's ineptitude has resulted in the deaths of numerous Kindred in her domain, multiple extravagant Masquerade breaches, and the bombing of Elysium. Such things simply do not happen in a well-run city, even in times of turmoil. If this were a backwater like Tucson under Gangrel rule that would be one thing, but Ottawa is this country's capital."
The Archon's tirade is withering and leaves little doubt as to her opinion on Corliss's leadership. You wisely keep your mouth shut until Adeline gathers herself enough to ask an actual question.
"Where do you believe your sire's priorities lie, childe? What does Eden want from this city that she can't even be bothered to protect?"