Faolan's mind is all but made up but he knows better than to go behind the clan's back and make a decision for them. Especially given his relatively shaky status with them, since the reveal of his status as a Guardian in the Night Council. He needs them to understand why this is a good idea, and he needs it to be their idea too, before he can go through with it.
And so it is that Faolan calls a Hillingdon Clan Meeting together. One of the only meetings they have had in the last while. Gathering all who attend together in the dining room and setting as many chairs around the large table and about the edge of the room as he can, to give everyone the opportunity to attend that he can.
When the meeting starts, Faolan is not sitting at the head of the table but rather in the middle of a side. A deliberate move, to demonstrate that at least in his mind, he is not holding himself in as high a position as the head of the table might imply. He glances around the room at those in attendance before he takes a deep breath and begins.
"I have called you all here today because I believe that we have something to discuss. A dilemma of which I'm sure we've all been aware for some time. Possibly longer than the city itself. But I also believe the state of things has reached a point where it cannot continue. Something must be done. And though Hillingdon has long sat out of the matters of the city, we are hunters. This is what we do. If ever there were a time for us to step up and defend what is ours, then I believe it to be now." He throws another glance around the room, gauging what reactions he's receiving across their faces before turning the question onto the people themselves.
"Hillingdon cannot stand against such a power such as we are. Thus we are faced with three choices. We may turn to our neighbors in battle, to try and take from Redbright for ourselves in a way that will put us on the playing board in a way we may not want to display ourselves. We may turn to them in peace, lending our expertise against this unifying threat in negotiation for more territory. More people. Or we may do nothing. And allow the vampires to continue their path of murder and destruction."
He allows another beat of silence, to let the three ideas sink in, before sitting straighter in his chair and continuing, "All those in attendance, I would welcome your opinion and your vote on the matter." And then he sits back to listen.
Closed to Hillingdon; Thursday, September 1st
And so it is that Faolan calls a Hillingdon Clan Meeting together. One of the only meetings they have had in the last while. Gathering all who attend together in the dining room and setting as many chairs around the large table and about the edge of the room as he can, to give everyone the opportunity to attend that he can.
When the meeting starts, Faolan is not sitting at the head of the table but rather in the middle of a side. A deliberate move, to demonstrate that at least in his mind, he is not holding himself in as high a position as the head of the table might imply. He glances around the room at those in attendance before he takes a deep breath and begins.
"I have called you all here today because I believe that we have something to discuss. A dilemma of which I'm sure we've all been aware for some time. Possibly longer than the city itself. But I also believe the state of things has reached a point where it cannot continue. Something must be done. And though Hillingdon has long sat out of the matters of the city, we are hunters. This is what we do. If ever there were a time for us to step up and defend what is ours, then I believe it to be now." He throws another glance around the room, gauging what reactions he's receiving across their faces before turning the question onto the people themselves.
"Hillingdon cannot stand against such a power such as we are. Thus we are faced with three choices. We may turn to our neighbors in battle, to try and take from Redbright for ourselves in a way that will put us on the playing board in a way we may not want to display ourselves. We may turn to them in peace, lending our expertise against this unifying threat in negotiation for more territory. More people. Or we may do nothing. And allow the vampires to continue their path of murder and destruction."
He allows another beat of silence, to let the three ideas sink in, before sitting straighter in his chair and continuing, "All those in attendance, I would welcome your opinion and your vote on the matter." And then he sits back to listen.