Tyler quickly looked through His notebook trying to find some sort of clue as to what exactly had happened three weeks ago. There were accounts of atrocities committed that raised the faintest edges of memory but he blocked those out and continued reading through it all. Some of it was gibberish, simple ideas, plans, but nothing told him what he needed to know. As he flung the notebook aside it hit the lantern knocking it to the floor with the tiny tinkle of breaking glass, plunging the room into darkness.

Sighing Tyler sank to the bed, his eyes already adapting so that he could see perfectly in the pitch darkness that now enveloped the room. Pulling out the letter he read it again.

"Dear Father Tyler,

Sheriff Amsel has requested your presence at Point Mort tomorrow evening at eight in the evening. He wishes to speak to you on a matter of some importance and requests that you send your reply as soon as possible. "

The date on the top corner of the letter was today's date, so it would be tomorrow that Amsel wished to speak with him. Silently he tried to place the Sheriff's name to the man, cursing himself lightly for not spending more time in the city's politics. He knew there were two Sheriffs and that Amsel was the one that was less heard of, Sheriff Ames was the one who he heard about most often. He knew he had met the man…

With a start he remembered Amsel. He was a Gangrel and had come from Germany after the Second World War, what exactly he had done during it was a matter of debate and rumor. Regardless he was the Princess' personal Sheriff and did only her bidding unlike Ames that answered to the Higher House as well as her. What made him nervous though was the rumors he had heard from the others, that he was secretly the Princess' assassin.

Quickly Tyler reassured himself that he had nothing to worry about, the meeting place was at Point Mort and he truly doubted He had done anything so terrible as break the treatise of that sacred space. Besides even if he had the Keeper would protect him, it was his duty.

"Unless he's in on it." His voice crept out of a dark corner, cutting straight to the core of the knot of worry eating away in Tyler's stomach. It wasn't a crazy assumption, both Amsel and King were members of the Invictus and known to be personally loyal to the Princess. If she wanted to have him killed no one would ever know it, the Hotel was large enough they could spirit him away to a room far enough away from the common area.

"No." Tyler said speaking aloud to the darkness in the room. "That is not how they do things. There would be a proclamation, something public. None of them would do this, if people found out then there would be hell to pay…"

"Maybe I did something worth it." His voice carried the edge of a smile in it as Tyler felt his heart begin to race and a pang of hunger in his stomach. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead; the momentary comfort of his heartbeat had cost him. He had already felt the pangs of hunger but he had enough to push it off for another night before he needed to attend to it. He felt a tiny thread of anger work its way through him directed at Veritas for once again goading him so easily.

"You will not get the better of me. I will meet Amsel tomorrow evening and be perfectly safe." He growled lightly into the empty room. He felt his temper raising slight, spurred on by the hunger that now clawed at him. He needed to get out of here, he needed to eat and afterwards he needed to take care of Amsel so that…

"Who are you talking to?" Came the hesitant question from outside the doorway. Tyler spun and composed himself quickly before opening the door.

Standing outside was Robert, another of the Lancea's younger members though he was still Tyler's senior. His features illuminated by the glow of his own lantern were a tad confused, and concerned. Quickly Tyler tried to cover himself lest Robert think him some sort of mad man.

"Just myself. Sometimes it helps to say things out loud. But what brings you here?" He replied the familiar calm expression covering his face. He didn't like to lie but it was utterly necessary for him to do so now. At least he was good at it, a fact that troubled him immensely.

"Shushienae sent me." Tyler felt a bit of irritation at how Robert failed to show the proper respect but kept it hidden. "She wanted me to take you out tonight, make sure you got something to eat." Tyler felt a flush of embarrassment color his face. The fact that he avoided feeding was something that he didn't like others to know, but Lady Shushienae knew best.

"Thank… you. I'll meet you in the Cathedral shortly. I need to grab something first." Tyler said before slipping into his room again. Heading toward the desk he froze. Veritas' notebook was on the table. Tyler looked at it for several minutes before leaving the room, not daring to see what might be written inside.