With all that was oing on. The siren found himself looking trough all his old notes. Every single piece of information he had on the Lady. Her patterns, her minions, her possible allies and her origins. Luckily, London Office had a library the size of a small nation from the feel of it. Tomes upon thick books and staples of paper. Henry worked tirelessly while the others discussed,, played or otherwise tried to cope. His initial plan to relax and help Daisy move past her cloudy mood had been thwarted as he had been briefly called away. It did help him focus however, those cold blue eye sof his scanning document after document now. A sirens lack of need for both food and proper sleep was his foremost ally here, the fact that he could research in peace for hours had helped him many times before. Still, the fact that he had just killed a fellow water spirit less then an hour earlier was playing tricks on his mind. Conflict drew the worse out people, and in his case the facade of humanity he cared for so much seemed to crack piece by piece. But the flickering memory of a face so beutyfull and serene kept appearing in his time of doubt. He was working to avenge that woman, his woman. And he'd be damned if her sacrifice would be wasted on him turning into a another inhuman, cold spirit.

“First documented in modern times in northern Finland, unaccompanied and considered harmless lower fey.” Henry muttered to himself as he found some notes with a old grainy photo. There were seemingly more then a few sightings over the years. Just tidbits from the Scandinavian branch, nobody appears to have paid her to much mind. She was certainly good at keeping low profile. Henry took a swig of the brandy he had kidnapped from the bar and leaned back. Next to him was a large board with every single associate and possible location he knew of nailed to it. He stared at it, trying to make sense of things. For a creature that ruined his life twice over, Henry knew distressingly little about her true nature and her real goals. Well aside from one thing; Ragnarök. He stared at the grainy photo before putting it in the middle of the web of connections. The werewolves were connected to her, she had aquired Sirens of her own and she already had all the nasty creatures at her beck and call before. But how strong had she grown now, how far did her reach go? 

Little by little, he pieced it together. Nyxxies had meant she had wrangled the river Rhen into her grasp, corrupted its inhabitants. Jenny Greenteeth was likely part of her network before as well. She was everywhere. She was observing them, and now she had the muscle of the Lupus. “By the river... What exactly do you have in mind you crazy bitch.” He muttered and began to weave together what possible reason she might have to not just use her full force. And that is when he realized, the werewolves were expandable, she must want to weaken them. She could not possibly want to share the Fenris with them. She simply used the wolf god to aquire cheap muscle on a scale she has never had.

Henry suddenly flinched, as if shot. A sudden insight hit him. He stood up straight. “Oh no.” He shook with the sudden realization. “She was waiting for us to gather” He stared around and bolted towards the door, running down “She is just working a grander scale then before.” He all but kicked the door into the hall were most of them were. And saw, to his great suprise, a angel. To the siren it was like staring into the sun for a brief moment. There was a reason that the New Faith tended to work best on nature spirits like himself. He blinked and then collected himself. Looking about he saw Atticus embracing his petite vampiric lover. He saw Daisy, once more looking gloomy and pissed. And from the looks of it, he knew why. She never did enjoy undead. He located the old werewolf lady and walked to join her. 

“I don't believe we ever formally met before, Vargmoder.” He smiled at her, all manners and respect for a being older and more powerfull then him. Atlease she had been in her prime. “I am Henry. The woman who aids your enemies is my sworn enemy.” He took a deep breath- “I believe I am starting to understand her tactics. She is planning a war. Not just a little skirmish, full on brutal conflict. ” He said, voice somewhat low, serius. There was no doubt he wanted her to listen to every word he spoke.

 “Like I warned Mr Hoyle before, she is a being incapble of emotion other then Sadistic Delight. She will drag this whole world into ruin just to gain any sort of advantage. But it appears she is to smart to use her own resources.”He paused and looked around. “No, she is to smart to weaken herself before whatever plan she has is completed. This is not the Demecia with her blind bloodlust and wish for genocide. Ylva will wait a eon if she has to. ” He chewed his lower lip. “She will want to weaken all sides before cleaning up the last herself. It's how she operates. And Ragnarök is perfect to clean the slate and rebuild the world in her favor. And I won't rule out her sending her new lap dogs to attack us directly. Although I hope they have not found a way to pass our defenses just yet.”