Even after discussing it with Daryl, with Arthur, with Lancelot, and with the clan itself, Faolan is probably as prepared for this as he can be. Even still, as he makes his way to the appointed meeting place that he had arranged for with Sylvia and her underlings -- having stressed that this was strictly business between Hillingdon and Redbright and hoping that he will at least receive the appropriate treatment that a fellow faction leader should, instead of one of the many Guardians she had under her control -- as he makes his way to the appointed place he can't help but feel some sense of forboding. A sense that he can't quite explain.

He knows what Hillingdon is after. He knows what they are willing to give up to get it, and the line that they are not willing to cross. He's been a member of the clan itself long enough to have a pretty good grasp on what it is to belong to it, as much as a grasp on what it is to run the thing. But this is Sylvia Redbright. A woman who, as far as Faolan is concerned, seems to almost have a monopoly on the supernatural community of London itself. Whether she means to or not has yet to be seen.

All that Faolan knows is that he must be very careful here. And careful, while in his vocabulary, is not always an achievable concept as far as Faolan's reality is concerned...