Sidor waited in the conference room he had borrowed for the other three Kindred to present themselves. He was relatively pleased with whom he had chosen. Certainly, in his experience, the others possessed the skills necessary.
His mind clicked over, calm, tranquil notes of blued steel and ice.
A savage attack on two recent returnees. Neither was popular when they left- often from the circumstances in which they left.
Savagery is either a sign of the Beast being close or something extremely personal.
How interesting.
He didn't move, sat at the head of the table with his fingers steepled. The scar on the back of his left hand caught the light, a pallid stripe between his fingerbones. His stillness was disturbing, making him somehow seem to stand out more than blend into the background.
He waited.