[b]All Caramilla Vampires, Inigo Malzahar[/b]

Inigo Malzahar stood upon the stage, alone. He had quite a lot on his mind right now, understandable, considering the events that had kicked off this wonderful night. He hadn't risen with the plans of finding the Prince, a vampire that, while they had never seen eye to eye, understood the value of information and gave him fairly free reign to do as he saw fit to get the job done. So they got along well enough, from a professional point of view. And he would not have wished a final death upon the Prince, not at this moment at any rate, there was far too much at stake, if his information and sources were reliable, and they had never failed him before. He had enough time vested into this network for it not to fail on him, and he had experience in this kind of work.

Inigo was in his usual great coat, leaning upon an old cane that seemed to support the vampire's weight more than anything else, although this was all smoke and mirrors. He had not removed his hat, a wide brim that had served him well for a good many years now, and he had invested some money in keeping in working order. His attire beneath was clean, but nothing flashy or fancy. A vest, dark slacks and working shoes made up a rather humble attire for someone of his standing. But Inigo did not readily stand on fancy garb, he spoke like an enigma many times as it was, there was little need to dress like one. He had a few other items on his person, nothing he gave any serious thought to. He had popped by his abode, collecting a few things he wouldn't take in the presence of the Prince, weapons, for example, and came here after sending the ghouls on their merry way.

Inigo knew arming himself against many of his enemies was a joke, but it kept up the illusion, and wasn't that the job of many, in the end? Lie to the face of the humans, let them think nothing was wrong, that nothing that went bump in the night was any more substantial than a heavy breeze or just an unstable tea kettle, and not something far more dangerous. But such thoughts were for later musing, as the ghouls arrived to receive their orders. [b]"Go, fetch your masters, rally all those among the Caramilla to this home of drama. There is words to be had this night, for wrathful foes unseen have wrought woeful wickedness upon our kind. The flames of war have been unleashed, and discussion must be made as to how we shall demonstrate our response in kind, what deeds and actions must be placed in motion to preserve our mission. Go now, you have your orders. Ensure that the Seneschal especially is aware and present, one such as that will be required."[/b]

The ghouls would go, informing all the vampires of the Caramilla to go to the theater downtown in Boston, that a meeting of dire importance and emergency had been called, and that time was of the essence in this moment.