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Baldwin would smile if there was another Cainite around to see it. He was pleased with the way the great gathering had passed; the Cainites were a fearful bunch and would quickly heed the warnings of fire and death Baldwin spouted. The mastery of the misdirection was that it wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, the fires were coming and so was the great change that would force itself on Cainite society.

Baldwin stared into the mirror the Warlocks had “gifted” him with as he thought. The mystical symbols that swam along its edges were both an aide to his thoughts and the seed of yet another thought process going through his mind. With the beginnings of a shield against the turbulence forming around him, Baldwin’s mind turned to the knowledge he was sent here to acquire, the Tremere may or may not have lost their seers as they claim but they, like Baldwin himself, knew of the conflagration to come. They horde whatever scraps they can find to try and find a path through the chaos, a path that Baldwin needed to secure for himself and his sire. Ambrogino had trusted Baldwin to bring about a safe haven in England for his lineage and Baldwin was certain the Warlock’s held the key to this security.

Either that or they would provide quality “materials” for Baldwin’s experiments….