Even with the shift in tone, Kenneth was fairly sure the conversation was still very dangerous. Fishing for information on who had done what. Identifying vulnerabilities in the Clan structure through its construction. Gilroy’s head bobbed in affirmation of Cross’ response. It was too late to do anything but confirm now.
“Not entirely, your Grace,” he replied to Twist “I was sole architect of the Temple to the Dark Prophet but our reading room, for example, was put together by Master Greenberg.” Though Gilroy had dictated the Annals’ topic. “I generally leave the projects of personal living spaces largely to the individuals that submit the proposal’s to me. Though, I do review to ensure any construction does not threaten the Masquerade.” Couldn’t have the Clan going around redirecting sewage flow and cutting underground gas lines.
“But my vision has always been to create a place of safety for my family and that I believe does extend throughout.”
And here was ploy, such as it was. Not a grand announcement as he’d planned but those that were smart would already be listening to any conversation the Prince was having.
“And since becoming Regent I have decided that it would be good idea to extend an invitation to those of other Clans to join the Regency.” Those that couldn’t already. Court officials already had those rights, though none had taken advantage of them yet.
“Should those that need to seek my permission be interested, provided they are willing to give a gift of Vitae mixed with hair, I would welcome those who would wish to help build and share the Underground’s prosperity.” An invitation to place spies in the Necropolis. An opportunity to tie other Clans to the Haunt’s continued existence. Hints of blood magic to act as disincentive to those that weren’t serious. He wondered how many would even suspect he’d be much more likely to run blood type tests than use sorcery.