"The Sheriff was determined to hold me accountable for the actions of House Carna," Lang says as he removes a tall piece of thick fabric from a pack at his waist. He waves you aside before unfolding it and draping the rectangle in front of the door like a welcome mat. "If you value your un-life, don't touch that until I remove it. Any vampire coming in through there's going to get one hell of a surprise."
"What were you saying?" you ask. "House Carna? What is that?" You decide not to rebuke him for presuming to set a trap in your own haven, at least for the moment. If a powerful Warlock really is hunting him, you might need all the firepower you can get.
"A minor schism in the house of Tremere," Lang says, trying to wave it off as if it's no big deal. It's not difficult to tell that he's lying about the severity of the rift between factions, at least not when he's this flustered. "Children with no respect for the rules that have kept us strong for centuries. They'll be swept aside soon enough, but in the meantime they're dangerous in small clusters and they have a tendency to infect those they come into contact with."