While all of his 'friends' were bleeding in the snow. Fighting for their lives. Martin sat on a fluffy pillow, sipping from a comatose adolescent boy and listening to Cedric's story.

"Aight. So a little while ago, way before my time but probably recent history to you.."
Martin snickered.
"When the lands of america were bein' colonized, among the colonist was a powerful vampire. 'ccording to legend it was Irad, the grandson of Cain, the very first vampire."
Cedric noticed he struck a cord in Martin and smiled.
"Irad had plans to rule the new world and settled his own home 'n city deep in the mountains. The reason he chose this place was because t'was the location of an abundant silver mine ye see? The biggest threat Irad faced was the natives, in the new world he encountered a new breed of werewolf, wild and untamed. But susceptible to silver like any other. Control the silver control the world right? Well no one knows how the story ends, but based on Irad not ruling the lands we assume he lost."
Cedric chuckled, Martin just waited for him to continue as he drank his snack.
"Tha mines are all but depleted years ago, human greed is a great motivator. But here's the legendary bit. It's whispered that Irad lays dormant, sleepin' staked in his coffin made of solid silver. We believe the coffin is hidden somewhere in the catacombs. We base that guess of Magnus and his interest in the little minin' town, we think he knows of the legend."
"̢̀͡ Why would Magnus go through the trouble of awakening a would be monarch who probably surpasses all of us in power? He want's to rule himself. "̸̶̴͠
"I bet you know what happens when a vampire drinks the blood of another, stronger vampire.. What do you think an ambitious vampire like Magnus would want with the helpless body of a six thousand year old decrypted?"
"̢̀͡ And what would you want with it? "̸̶̴͠
"Ah have no intentions of gettin' anywhere near that unholy thing. Mah job is to get that peace treaty, then stick around and collect any information ah can get."
Martin raised an eye. "̢̀͡ You mean to spy on us? "̸̶̴͠
"Ambassador, as you called it, is such a nicer word."
Martin accepted it, when he tried to scan Cedrics mind he got mostly fear, the relaxed stance was clearly an act. He also got the notion that Cedric himself didn't believe in the story, but his superiors did, or at least he thought they did. Other than that it was all true. Europe wanted a political foothold in the new vampire country, and who could blame them. If he was in their position he'd try and avoid all out war as well. And if his potential enemy got his hands on a weapon like that, he'd want to know it too.

The blood of his snack rejuvenated Martin enough that he could send a short message. He chose the easiest one. BIOpilot.

>Connect.cellphone(GET_phonedatabase['Magnus Home']);
>Print(status.report(t-10800,t));