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Pale and Morgan were off elsewhere, preparing, and so Rivven had a little time of his own to get ready. He was a bit dissatisfied with what he knew, so the next course of action was obvious; find out. And where better in this clan to learn anything than the mansion of Quintilius de Montreve?

Stepping up to the door, Rivven didn't pause to wrap his knuckles loudly over it three times. He wanted to work quickly if at all possible. As soon as he heard footsteps coming, he raised his voice and spoke through the door. "This is Rivven. I need to speak with Mr. Quintilius." he said, abandoning somewhat the manners he usually kept to a tad strictly.

Rivven bowed to him quickly, and when he stood straight he gave him a confused look and started to ask what he was saying. And then about two words in froze and turned scarlet. "With all due respect, Quintilius, shut up." he said, a bit tensely. He tried not to blame Quintilius for what had happened, just to pretend it never had, but that was an incredibly embarassing subject for him to speak with anyone but Morgan about, and hearing it from him simply added another uncomfortable element. "No doubt you have a good idea what's going on here. I heard something interesting came up while we were gone, Pale and Morgan are setting up an attack to exterminate some sort of enemy on clan ground, and I've been given less information than I care for. I take it you should have an easy enough time guessing why I'm here."

"Your 'Shoggoth'? Anyway, I know plenty about zealots, nothing of the Inquisition, and I think I've heard the tittle Christian somewhere... but I'm having trouble placing it. Sorry." he sat, in the offered seat, leaning forward a bit and entwined the fingers of each hand, resting his chin on top and watching Quintilius pace. "But hot lead I recognize, that's more along the lines of what I was looking for. So they're using firearms I take it, which worries me a little. I've little experience fighting enemies using guns, most of those I was used to seeing in fighting with rifles used to be on my side, but in any case... they are rushing the attack. And that worries me most. I want to know as much as I can, as soon as I can, so I can plan what I can before they do something foolish. First of all, what do we know about they're weapons or battle tactics? Do you have any enemy weaponry, standard equipment, or weaponry in your posession? If you do I'd like to ask a chance to examine them, enemies often are much easier to get information from dead. Any reconosiance information on how many, where they are now, or tend to keep camp, or anything else?"

"Right. This is good, we know what we're dealing with. Now. We need to figure out where they are, and what they know about us. I am afraid they are thinking of a more old fashioned type attack, straight in, one side rushing another. Very bad for close range fighters against those with fire arms. But it's possible that before they try to carry out such an attack, we could scatter the enemy; you describe them acting in very organized groupings, working together in a tight system, so if we find a way to disrupt that system, it should buy as at least a matter of seconds of confusion in which we should be able to close distance at minimal injury, engage, and begin taking out what remains. Normally, our numbers could be used to overwhelm, but I'd rather we not lose lives, and they have firearms capable of dispelling more rounds in a wider area, fairly quickly. So, I think, we want a small strike force of our most capable. Approach quickly ans stealthily as possible, employ magic or other tactic to disorient the enemy, and rush, but remain ready to quickly withdraw. We can do what they do, set up a primary force to carry out such an attack, and if it's hit hard or must retreat for some reason, the second can come in the opposite direction, draw fire that way and make the attack, and then first wave reenters and flanks. I don't know what we'll do if they're still moving about... but if they've settled in, I have an idea. Quintilius, do you have any more of your explosives, bombs? Something we can put on a timer and set to go off; and be water resistant. A tough type to find, but even if its' a small explosion with a lot of smoke, you get me a decent, self triggering, water resistant bomb, and I think I could deliver it into and enemy formation." he didn't move, but looked up from the equipment to Quintilius, smiled slightly, and looked back down. Grim anticipation, and a sort of thrill of the oncoming battle sneaking into him.

"Agreed. Let's go catch up with everyone else." he stood, and stopped to pick up the shotgun Quintilius had brought out as an example as he did, looking at it a bit more, carefully keeping his hands away from the trigger as he looked down the barrel. "Well then, I suppose we'd be down to a magically prepared bomb if we can get any to use... delivery of one should be easy, though they'd of course notice it, but I begin to wonder if the delivery in of itself might be helpful to us. I recall my men walking with their rifles held above rivers, ponds, and such, out of the water. Do you suppose soaking one of these could limit its effectiveness, cause it to missfire or ruin it completely? I somehow see them being prepared for that, but flooding them out... that actually could be a very real possibility, the bar is near the forest, and there's plenty of bodies of water in there. I'm not sure what sort of long range bombardment we'll be capable of, but it looks like we're either laying seige to them magically or else laying a trap and forcing them out into it." He said, putting the gun back down where it had lain, and following Quin out.

"Well, if flooding them out would be effective, I can solve our other problems. Find me a small lake or pond within a several minute walk of somewhere in sight of it, and I should be fine. It's easier to help water move as it would naturally have the tendency to, but it's not so difficult to do otherwise." As he spoke he held a hand out, palm up. At first nothing happened, then the air glistened above it a little, and he continued to speak. "The reason I was looking for a bomb rather than hurling energy is that that would put you within firing range of them most likely. If I could build a bomb, find a nice position for a doppelganger, and some water to use from not hugely far away, I could easily deliver the charge. Of course, if there are any water pipes under the ruins of the bar, I could deliver them quite the nasty surprise just straight off, and then toss the rest in. Granted, again that I'd need to be somewhere within a limited range, but I mean limited in sense that it's not like I can use magic over a range of multiple miles or anything. Likely not even one mile, but distance enough, probably." The air all around them grew dry, but above his hand a little floating mist slowly consolidated into a tiny sphere of water as he spoke, and started to churn gently as it grew gradually. "But if the guns won't be malfunctioning because of the water, then flooding might be effective to force them out, but likely not much else. It's possible I could drown a few men, but that takes more precision, and I doubt they'd sit around and watch water engulf their comrads and not do anything about it."

Rivven nodded, and closed his hand over the sphere of water, which dissipated back into the air after slowly. "A good idea. Where do we look? I think most people were... the largerst gathering right now is probably in the clinic, right?"

"I'm not sure. Looking to make an attack... probably the same place we're headed; whereever the most people are." Rivven said, walking to the door, pushing it open and then pausing a step outside the doorway to hold it open for Quintilius to follow.