Asher stared vacantly at the Hunters’ leader as he restlessly paced through the middle of their spacious living room. Vincent Armstrong has been talking non-stop for the past thirty minutes but he didn’t listen or hear anything. It was the same as everyday, anyway. He’d emphasize their need to find out what the vampires were plotting. They’ve been making more and more victims and there was no doubt that they were up to something much worse. And the problem didn’t lie only with those from the Tremere faction. Even the vampires from the Ventrue faction were acting strangely. But no matter how they’ve been searching they had yet to uncover their real agenda and this frustrated the hunters. Still. In Asher’s opinion, sitting here and discussing it would never bring the solution. They should be
