Lang stares at you long enough that you start to worry he's been rendered speechless. When he opens his mouth again, he acts like you'd never spoken at all, but you're sure he'll remember the affront. "I have it on good authority that Carna visited Prince Annabelle in Quebec. What went on there I can't be certain of, but I do know that she arrived at the worst possible time. My fellows had only just vacated Ottawa in protest of Arundel's decision to admit the Banu Haqim."
"And they took sanctuary in the Quebec City Chantry," you finish for him.
"An astute observation, and the correct one," Lang says.
"But why are you telling me this?" you ask. "I've never met a Tremere who spoke so openly about the inner workings of their clan, even the more obvious ones."
He pauses for a moment and cocks an ear, listening for something. Finally, he shakes his head. "I thought I…it was nothing." He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "You are correct that such information is not meant for the ears of any random lick walking the streets, but yours are a very particular set of ears. Ones that belong to the childe of Eden Corliss."