<strong> The Prince is concerned</strong><br/><br/>A middle aged man with dark hair was sitting behind a heavy oak desk, he was in a lavish room of dark wood and leather books.  The furrows in his brow showed there was more than a little stress. A good deal more than a little, his face was pale and there was certainly a brooding look in his dark grey eyes.  Things were not going well in his City the status quo that had been there for so long was beginning to falter.<br/><br/>There was a knock at the sturdy wooden door and a large barrel chested man with a huge beard was shown in. He walked certainly with pride but was deferential to the man behind the desk.<br/><br/>“My Prince.” he said with a respectful nod of his head, the other man answered and gestured to a chair. “Hugh…what news. I have heard rumours and none bode well. It seems the snakes have many plans, and the mummy that was brought to our City is one.”<br/><br/>Hugh spoke again, “I am afraid our concord with the wolves may be yet further in jeopardy. As one of their number may have been hurt, though I could not be sure… I will ask Isaac more though if he speaks to them I believe he will ask a price, perhaps Cunewulf might aid us too, as I believe he owes the clan a boon.”<br/><br/>The man behind the desk pinched the bridge of his nose, “And the mages? What of them?”<br/><br/>“As yet I do not know but we will find out.”<br/><br/>“It seems that it may be the folly of the herd that will spell the downfall of the City…however for now we must tread carfully, and I must go to speak with Suetonius…”<br/>