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Vauldis sat down with a sigh after he entered the safe house,ignoring the panicked voices for a moment as he collected himself. Whatever they were blabbering about could wait for at least a moment. The march had failed miserably, it had been less of a march and more of a massacre actually. The Gangrel rose with a sigh and rubbed his eyes, Gods he hated the great cities that had rose in recent centuries and he'll be damned if he'll die in one. As he went to survey the situation Belka entered the room and shouted the others into silence before addressing himself and Valentina directly. He replied to the command directed at him  with a nod, waiting for the fellow Gangrel to direct him to where Pytor exactly was.