The workings of men, deities, and the undead predators in between are far closer to the realm of fact and science than that of luck, chance, and wishes. Dillon almost says it, before realizing that it would do no good. Like most of the ignorant, Francesco had plucked the word 'God' from Dillon's statement and disregarded the rest. The Gangrel Priscus will waste no more words on a closed mind that cowered under a blanket of atheism.
Knowledge and Faith. Einstein had understood, why did so few of his fans?
"And if they didn't buy this bomb? If they manufactured it from raw ammonia, or fertilizer, or any number of other household chemicals that can be combined with explosive results? Would you have us stake out Walmart, as well?"
Pausing, Dillon collects himself before his annoyance can show. He had patience in spades. It was his tolerance that always came up short. "There are no blood hunts currently in effect that I am aware of," or he would be out there hunting them, "but, you can keep yourself on top of the situation by paying attention to the Elysium Postings. Madam Harpy Donovan goes to a great deal of effort to assure that members of this Domain have access to information as it becomes available. You can also find the contact info for the Domain officials, there. Including the Regents with which you will have to inquire about tenancy." Dillon's nod points his eyebrows to the notification boards, declaration of Law, and listing of Domain positions on a nearby wall.