The Bishop excused himself and soon the muffled sounds above quietened. Alone, Sergei surveyed the room which they had been gifted with. Evidently Montague had no taste for luxury – or perhaps he simply had no money for luxury. Either way, the Vizier paid the fact little mind. He was not accustomed to or comfortable with lavish dwellings. All that he required was a place to sleep and somewhere secure to store various essential items.

“You intend to attack the Primogen, then?” he asked, as he set down the briefcase he had been carrying. It's locks popped open, revealing to him an array of unusual and seemingly unconnected items. One by one he counted them, accounting for their presence and ensuring they remained intact.

“To cause chaos and confusion among the clans, leaving Rodermark without the organization or manpower necessary to defend against a larger Sabbat attack?”