His feet obeyed a lazy rhythm as they crossed the floor of the Court. He took her to where his own Priscus had acknowledged him, a corner with a few couches; he did not wait for Myriam to sit down. Crossing his legs and clasping his hands Jacob looks to Myriam "Before we begin I'd like to discuss your letter." He pulls it carefully from his pocket, it had been folded into thirds and he presses it out on his leg. He looks up at her his face neutral, "and the Traditions." He proffered the letter, "you will notice your use of a title in the letter. Imagine if this was intercepted, by an intelligence agent or officer and they would probably write it off. But, if that same individual were to find another, similar letter. If someone were to disappear in an unfortunate feeding accident related to one of the people you contact with this title -- a corpse bled dry. That individual starts looking real hard at a weird religious title, a mention of a 'dark path'" He shrugged, "Suddenly we all have a cult investigation hanging over our heads, made all the more serious as there are hunters in Sacremento. Hunters that would understand exactly what a corpse drained without an injury on its body means."
He paused for a moment, "it was in all likelihood an innocent mistake. But, innocent mistakes that could breach the masquerade are weighty." His face retained neutrality as he looked at the Priest, wondering at her reaction.
"If you understand then we can continue." There was no malice in his tone, only caution. His skin was on the line as well after all.
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