“Seattle, the last major unexplored city by our kind... Over the last hundred years it seemed all who tried to conquer this vast metropolis have meet an early fate or never heard from again. Is it possible that hunters work efficiently to exterminate us while we sleep? Or maybe it is the lupin, favoring their forests and parks. Though more likely its the filthy sabbat. I trust you know their kind... I didn’t choose a fool.
I hear the weather is... wet, so I hope you have a good coat. Nothing worse then the smell of a wet corpse. The word from up on high is that they are sending someone out to set up Elysium there. Some pain in the... well, I assume you’ll figure it out when you meet her.” Your sire seemed to laugh a little as if it were some inside joke.
“What’s that...? You want to know why I am sending you? I thought you would understand... There is prestige in conquering new lands, something that can’t really be said in the last century or two... A chance to reap the spoils of war... And most importantly, because I don’t want to go myself. You don’t get to be as old as I am by being reckless.”
Pulling out two envelopes, your sire hands them to you. “The plane leaves in 3 days... If you rather travel other ways, you can... Its just my small favor in return for the honor of going in my place. While I have the utmost faith in you, but you might want to put your affairs in order in case it is worse then the elders expect.”
The first envelope contains a plane ticket for 3 days from now. The second is sealed with a blood red wax, sealed with a M signet that you do not recognize. The handwriting is written in a style of calligraphy that is hardly practiced anymore. ‘To the bearer of this letter, you are to present yourself at the Elysium promptly at 10:30. The location is listed on the back of the key card, and if you require assistance in getting there, please contact Mr Doors at the number listed. Miranda’