It seemed master Albrecht had strong willpower; the maiden was young and tender,  ripe as a red apple, and he had known many of the inner circle who would have drained her dry and left the husk for the squire to dispose of.    A good reason for the Grand Master to have chosen him for this mission.  Wulf clicked his heels again and bowed his head.  ‘At your command, sir.   We have not yet created a full network to support you, as Vistina is very much hostile territory and we do not know many who can be trusted sufficiently as yet.  But we do have two agents already who will be very useful.  Both are true Catholics, though neither are known to be so here; they are thought to be pagans.  One is a Ukraininan who serves the human Prince as Master of Horse.  Filipets is loyal to us and positioned so that he can both monitor the doings at court, and sabotage the town’s defences if required.  But he knows nothing of the nightwalkers, he can only assist us against our human enemies.  Our closest ally is the Swedish merchant Torsten Gundarsson.  He has been channelling the Order’s gold into buying land and businesses around the area.  He is also recruiting mercenaries and spies for us, but cautiously - the Night Prince of Vistina has close allies among the Nosferatu clan and their spies are everywhere.  Gundarsson will be better able than I to inform you about the state of the Cainites in the town, and which are the most dangerous.’<br/><br/>Wulf paused, gathering his thoughts.  ‘It is desirable that you meet with Torsten at his store tomorrow night, my lord, so that he may better inform you.  Filipets should also meet you but as it is important his connection to us not be known, nor your true nature to be known to him, I have taken the  liberty of arranging that you will see him also at the merchant’s place of business.  He buys from Torsten regularly and no-one will suspect anything if he happens to be there at the same time as you.  I will conduct you there and show you something of the town at the same time.’  From the folds of his Russian-style blouse he drew a piece of folded doeskin tied with a leather thong, and unfolded it on the chest beside the platter and goblets.  ‘This map shows the area around Vistina in rough.  Here is this house, to the north east.  There are a few scattered settlements, but these are the places which are of most import.  Here to the west of town there is a monastery, St Varvara Beryozka.  The monks there are heretics of the Eastern Orthodox, but their faith is very strong, so it should be avoided.  Against the southern walls of the town there is a large encampment of beggars, gipsies and the lower class of trader and peddlar.  This also should be avoided, as there are definitely Cainites among them of uncertain loyalties.  And here, in the forests north east and south of Vistina, there are settlements of pagans which are known to have shape changers and sorcerers among them.’  He paused again, bowing his head.  ‘If that is satisfactory, sir, shall I show you round the manor?’<br/>