The Tremere watched as the Camarilla vampires gathered, all walks of such beings of various standing and power gathering to hear the grim news, if their own crude imitations of information networks, barring a few skilled amongst them, had already informed them of the news. He observed two such beings, one he had personally instructed a ghoul to inform, the other, probably a side effect of that. The Seneschal Eriko Nishimura, a fascinating example of her clan, that much was certain. Information was scarce, hardly surprising as she probably kept such things out of sight, and he hardly dug too deep. Such things would be noticed enough to attract her ire, and such a thing he could ill afford, especially a time like this. His musing on her were kept short and to the point, only concerned with the fact that, with the Prince dead in a permanent sort of way, she was the de facto ruler of the Camarilla operations in Boston. That meant she was THE boss above him now, for the present, rather than one of the higher ones. And knowing how she acted in the past, she probably had all sorts of agents and operations already in action, all to cover for this assault and other such shadowy goals that lurked in her mind.

The other notable presence, to the Tremere at least, was a Kindred that most of the others avoided, one who spoke with rats and held the information network that, he suspected, outclassed his or, at the very worse level, provided a rather potent rival. A strange specimen of their kind, which was saying something, the sewer dwelling information broker was probably the single Kindred in Boston that could treat information as a deadlier weapon than himself, and he could respect that, if nothing else. He, with his own strange habits, hardly cared or was bothered by the sewer Kindred's habits and company, although they rarely crossed paths personally, he was sure proxies and such in each of their networks had crossed paths consistently, and made deals and such as part of their own work as well as their master's. He approved of the information that Tosh, if memory served him, would potentially bring to the table, especially augmented with what his own report had, should Eriko decide to share.

Speaking of the illustrious Senseschal, Inigo calmly approached her, black folder tucked under one arm, leaning heavily as usual on his cane, inclining his head as he paused a respectful distance from her, well aware of her body guards presence in this place. After the Prince's death, of course they would be even more heavily aware of their surroundings and charge than usual, which was impressive considering their natural talent to begin with. But, such idle thoughts were irrelevant, and he spoke to her directly, before it was time to address the Camarilla. [b]"I apologize for the disruption, Seneschal, but I suspect you will forgive such intrusions this eve. Enemies escaped with the life of our esteemed Prince, endeavoring to end our esteemed estate of Boston, though that ever endearing ghoul most likely eagerly elaborated as such."[/b] Probably not eagerly, but the poor creature had little choice in the matter, after all, Inigo was hardly one that could be blown off when he got on a roll. With her here, he was inclined to let her take the spotlight, hand out orders, and such, and passed her the black folder, speaking as he had before, hardly direct and apparently wasting breath for those unfamiliar with the Tremere.

[b]"A specially structured script, storing select sources upon sometimes stressful souls against us, Sabbat and their seekers."[/b] It would contain the report meant for the Prince, so it would lack his normally maddening manner of speech, and in plain speak, it was an intelligence report on the most recent discoverable activities between the Sabbat, Garou on the outskirts, Human hunters, and other things of note. The Sabbat were the focus this time, however, and he figured that they had a hand in the death of the Prince, direct or otherwise. He resumed speaking while she either leafed through the report or not, adding onto what the ghoul would not have. [b]"Speaking of Sabbat, this humble Tremere has called the meeting of the Camarilla, but is hardly one to be opening with speeches of venomous words and fiery orders, nor is he one to be in the open of such foreboding motions. The bulk of the bolstered body of the Camarilla appears bodily present, and it would bode well, in this one's opinion, to begin with the berating of some, the bolstering of others, and a beginning of new page in Boston history."[/b]

Inigo knew his manner of speech was not conducive to leadership, most Kindred couldn't follow or stand his manner of speaking for extended periods of time, for he spoke fast, and never directly stating manners. After all, one could summarize what he had stated as simply it would be, in his opinion, prudent to begin. But he spoke as such for his own amusement, and for his own uses, and so he would simply fall in behind the Seneschal, having both called the meeting, found the Prince's abode the way it was, and of course carried much knowledge of the report she now held, as well as additional information and such that would be analyzed further, he had a natural reason to be present. He stuck to the shadows around her, of course, keeping that respectful distance while waiting to be called upon, her presence would no doubt gather attention and silence the Camarilla that was gathered here, after all, many were confused as to why they had been summoned away from their duties. Let Eriko deal with explaining that, it was hardly his place to do such things with higher authority present now. Let her deal with the shock and backlash that would arrive from such things becoming known to the main populace of Camarilla Kindred.