Rebecca gave James a more sympathetic smile, believing that she understood the core of his concerns.  The Caitiff of the city were all too easily treated like garbage, but Rebecca held the same pity for them which she held for any of the illegitimate children common to medieval royalty, and for the same reasons.  "To put it succinctly," she explained, "the Prince's protege is missing.  JC has a plan for finding this wayward Kindred but requires a number of other individuals for assistance in order to carry out the task."  Her words carried the faintest touch of admiration as she reached out to put a hand against James' arm.  "His choosing you among the dozens of Kindred present means that he sees something truly talented within you; it's a pity we haven't yet had a chance to converse at length."