Silence, would non of these break the deadlock? Not even his allies would support him? He gave some of the room extremely cold stares, to show just exactly what he thought of a few of them. Two of the Actus Curiae, the vampire court, finally nodded caving to pressure, but it was a poor showing even from his own so called allies.<br/><br/>“House Deville will see it done.” The oldest of them all, John Deville, pledging himself was not quite enough to tip the tide in Robert's favor. Even if the latest pledge did increase the gravity of the silence, Robert needed something more. With this many of those gathered against the proposal, and the Elder of house Bohun now committed as he was by his word, they would use the opportunity to turn against him, while he spent his strength on chasing these humans.<br/><br/>He had been hasty in moving first, in six hundred years had he learned nothing? The elder couldn’t help it, it was in his blood to lead, his sire’s blood and long before he had become the creature of shadow that he was now. Wherever the action was, that was where he placed himself, facing trouble head on, so if this was fate's hand so be it.<br/><br/>“Do so few of you want this threat removed? Together we have a chance to crush it now, to see them driven before us. If wait, the tide pushing against will only grow,” Robert said, giving one last try to appeal to those around him. One more Elder raised a hand briefly signaling support, but it still left them massively short handed.<br/><br/>“You must have patience,<em>young one</em>, and well, if you are not strong enough on your own...” A mocking voice came from Roberts side, but he didn’t take the bait, he wasn’t that naïve. Instead he just granted a glance that could of cut through stone, silencing the heckling point blank, it wasn't a very tactful insult anyway.<br/><br/>The doors to the mansion were opened, and heralded by name at the door was a newcomer. One who the gathering had thought unable to attend. She was a strong figure, and her presence caused heads of lesser kindred to bow at the door in reverence, a reverence only caused by the rumor of her deeds. Fianna had arrived, and as the host Robert stood to bow respectfully, while those of lesser station ahead of him parted for her to approach.<br/><br/>"My lady, we had thought you unavailable, it is stirring to the blood to see you among us. Please sit, we are deciding the fate of the Night Owls and their hunters." Robert indicated to the only spare seat at the table, while a few Elders paid their respects, others glared icily at Fianna or were nonchalant, everyone here had friends, competitors and enemies from all quarters. It was likely she was already informed exactly what was going, but so not to cause offense, a vampire approached to whisper the details in her ear if she would allow it.