[h3][b]Nyarlathotep[/b][/h3]
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Nyarlathotep tapped her fingers against the table rhythmically by way of response to her servant's question. To all else currently gathered it would appear as naught more than aimless drumming. A tick perhaps, nervous or otherwise, or--more likely given her known proclivities--the product of boredom as she awaited Dracula's arrival. To Imhotep, however, it would be readily apparent that the Outer God was communicating in morse. More alarming though, was what the tapping conveyed.

[i]'No, I don't.'[/i]

For someone who had as many fingers in as many pies as Nyarlathotep did to not know the reason behind their assembly... well, it was worrying to say the least. Granted, it wasn't as if she dwelled on this too long. For the very next moment she had shifted her attention over to Suiko, a pleasant smile warming her face.

"To a point, yes. Too many monsters in one place though and that's when the problems begin."

She raked her gaze across the rest of the assembly.

"Not that we'll end up suffering from such an issue of course."