1400 CE

She stood deep in thought. A diplomatic means to an end? It certainly was preferable to losing more nobles. Still she wondered if it was the best move for the city, or her for that matter. She decided that if the wolves were content with a bit of extra security for the time being, then it was good enough for her. Perhaps that would give her enough time to put together a better plan.

"That will suffice for now, Kristophe. Please see the Keeper for the reward for your hard work. Amsterdam will remember this."

She turned and abruptly left the room once again, muttering to herself.

Isaac walks in and flashes a friendly smile at all assembled.
"Well while I would not say we made friends we have made an uneasy peace and retrieved our missing mapmaker. I see this as an absolute win! Now we just need to find out what is going on with the missing nobles. Perhaps if we give the wolves a few nights of space we could ask them if they have seen anything....carefully of course. There are likely other avenues of investigation I am sure. "

A contemplative look comes across Isaac's face.
"Hmmmmmmm. Torsten is there a list of who specifically the nobles who have gone missing are? I would like to go speak to their families."

"Thank you Torsten! I'm going to go talk to them!"

The scent of thyme wafts into the room as Gwynne enters once more, nodding to Torston before continuing into the room and finding a seat in a corner. She looks down, idly picking some dirt out from under her nails.

Gwynne seems apprehensive, shifting in her seat.

"Um," is all she can manage for a moment, seemingly taken aback by this sudden and direct communication. "Sure." She regains some composure and nods.

Gwynne sighs the sigh of a student being asked to recite memorized teachings for the hundredth time. "A Persian king sent an army after one woman... a Valkyrie named Ádísa. She was slain in battle, but Freyja hid her for three nights after death so that she could have justice while the king fled her wrath. She spoke to the animals - I can't do that, I'm not sure why - then he killed the animals and she spoke to their spirits." She smiled a tired smile, "Funnily enough I -can- do that." She pauses for a moment as if recalling some sorrowful memory before moving past it and continuing the story. "When Ádísa found the king's castle, she tore it apart, stone by stone, and killed him, taking his name so he could have no rest." She folds her arms on the table. "But as you can see, I'm no warrior. Normally a sire would give a childe a sword before sending them out to the world, but my sire and I did not part on the best of terms."

She pauses briefly, and straightens in her seat. "I think you have me at a disadvantage now, as I know nothing of you, or your kind." She looks expectantly.