Vivian sweeps her gaze over the assembled Kindred. She looks rather smug despite her stated intention of abdicating stewardship once Arundel is found. Is she planning on staying in power? Only time will tell. She's been leading up to something, but you haven't been paying close enough attention. You wish you were out hunting—your Hunger is like an addiction that never stops reminding you of its insatiable desire, a constant clawing at the back of your mind.
"I'd like to give the floor to Archon Durand." Well, that was unexpected.
Adeline walks briskly to the front of the meeting room—all business as usual, no wasted movement. Economy in motion. "Good evening, fellow Kindred," she says. "Not all of us have met. I am Archon Adeline Durand." She speaks with a cadence closer to that of a military officer than an official addressing their elite patrons. Is that on purpose or is she simply unaccustomed to formal settings? She continues after a brief pause to make sure she has everyone's attention.
"I'm aware that there are many rumors regarding the nature of my investigation. This is good. It means that the appropriate individuals have held their tongues as I required. When I arrived, I found a capital city very much out of order. Our Camarilla domains have become fractured of late, our ability to communicate hampered by the emergence of the Second Inquisition. My superiors might be content allowing some domains to fall to ruin—but this is Ottawa, home of the Canadian government. Politicians and agencies directing the forces of the Inquisition live and work here and it is your duty to keep them under control. Allowing Anarchs to rage through your streets unchecked was simply unacceptable."
Vivian clears her throat. "I assure you, Adeline, the Anarchs will no longer be a concern."
The Archon nods. "I'm told you have an excellent hold on the mortal policies of this domain. Does your influence reach further than mere political ambitions? What measure of control do you have over the country's security apparatus and its associated agents involved in the Second Inquisition?"
"Enough to keep them occupied in locations that benefit us," Vivian says. "I recently had a proxy whisper in an MP's ear about an unusual gathering of agitators in Kitchener-Waterloo—which just happens to be the hub of Ontario's Anarch activity. I may have suggested that one of them was seen lifting a car with his bare hands."
The revelation is disturbing. Not only does Vivian know more about the local Anarch operations than you thought, but she's also confident enough to speak of them in front of the Council. If she knows that, what else could she know?
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