1401 CE

"Hmm... I don't know if he needs, err, actual -healing-, I think he just needs to drink some blood to, um, fix his hands." Having been pointed out, it's not hard to notice that Delcamp's hands are each covered in blood with a central puncture wound. "He, um, doesn't seem physically hurt, so much as... Well there were a lot of powerful herbs and things with him... Enough to kill a mortal, so he's a bit..." She trails off and looks at Delcamp, who has been wide eyed and mumbling in tongues under his breath the whole time. "Also, um, I know the Prince wanted to see him, so... I don't think that she would like that, if we took him away from here before she did."

Duccio bows to the Prince with a wince before grabbing a seat while shaking his head, "Well I am assuming you are talking about the madman in the mask, Gregor found him as untrustworthy but not a threat and released him. Gregor did say that he would talk to you and the Keeper to get that man Giovanni acknowledged, while he is a deeply disturbed individual as one of the Nosferatu he seem to know how to keep a low profile and not expose himself. Sadly due to him being a flagellant and deeply disturbed there did not seem to be a good way to pry information out of him without being useless or breaking his mind completely."

Gwynne nods and looks for Henry, who always seems to have paper and a writing utensil.

"Um, could I borrow your writing tools for a moment, Henry?"

With the loud clamp of heavy footsteps, and the telltale shifting of armoured plates, the Tunisian strides into the hall through the open doors, his expression set grimly and his breastplate splattered with blood. Stopping just short of the centre of the court, he removed his helmet and held it in the crook of his arm.

"Apologies for my late arrival. I wished to ensure no prying eyes were following us after our recent encounter. On that note..." Aserymus turns slightly, exposing his back to the other Cainites and displaying the dagger embedded in it, buried up to the hilt. "...would someone be so kind as to remove this. I seem unable to reach."

Gwynne quickly makes a list, then returns the remaining parchment, ink, and quill to Henry. "Thank you."

She then takes the list and brings it to the prince.

Abdul enters not long after Finn, wearing traveling clothes that were very much sea stained.
"Looks like I missed all the excitement, did you all have pleasant nights?"

"Always my dear, you just have to ask." Abdul smiled slightly, "What troubles you?"

Isaac enters and his face shows no sign of his customary smile. He looks concerned, worried, maybe even scared.
" I came to warn you all of even more inquisitors in our city. I saw one who seemed to be far more than the last. I got the feeling from him that while mortal he is a skilled warrior. "

Isaac closes his eyes as if trying to remember every detail.
"He was tall, well built, starting to go grey but still not old. He had a silver cane, silver cross necklace, an earring with a nice gem in it, other bits of jewelry. He was dressed in noble's garb except his boots seemed more functional than decorative. He smelled of garlic and oil. In one of his boots he had tucked a well crafted stake of some white wood. He had silver flasks on his belt with crosses on them. Most concerning of all he knows things. He knows about cainites, fae, something called garou. When he got outside he had two guards waiting with a carriage. One handed him his sword and draped wolf fur cloak around him which appeared like it may have been made of pelts of werewolves. Both guards were in full armor and armed to kill our kind. They had crossbows and half their bolts had wooden tips. They both wore chainmail around their necks. The hilts of everyone's swords and the handles on the carriage were made of a spiral pattern of two metals; silver and cold iron. This hunter was named Siegfried according to what I heard and he is a German noble. From what he told his guards he was disappointed he failed to find a mage that he could use so I don't know if they just want to kill mages like they want to kill us or if they want to do something....else with them."

"I've found Mortals are more likely to use a mage to kill us, then kill the mage after." Abdul said, turning from Finn, "Though this one seems much more equipped then inquisitor we saw in the sewers which is a cause for concern. We may of attracted the eyes of the more educated Catholics." He sighed, and rubbed his brow, "I'll consult my records when I return home, see if I can learn anything about this Siegfried. And Isaac my friend, "Garou" is another term for Lycan."

"Of course Finn, please make sure your sister is all right. And send my regards." Abdul made his way way towards Isaac, "Do you remember anything else my friend? Any markings or a Surname perhaps?"

" No surname was given to me unfortunately. I avoided interacting with the hunter and he did not notice me. Though here."
Isaac walks out and walks back in having changed himself to look like the person he is describing. You can almost smell the garlic tang in the air. He speaks, his voice lower and more measured.
" This is what he looks like. Warn everyone."