That initial vicious response earned a wry, somehow tinny laugh from the Nosferatu. It was an ugly sound. "It is a plan," he acknowledged before returning to silence so the man could continue with the more level-headed rendition of his answer. The Sheriff's answer rather than Amadeus', he supposed. "...But I agree. For most, meddling in the affairs of a Prince would require considerable motivation or considerable compensation. And if this sabotage was bought and paid for, we must know everything."
Ahead of them, the path was ending and splitting into two narrower corridors lined with aging pipes. Without missing a beat, Kjell turned left and continued. He knew the darkest corners and the quickest ways to reach them, so there was no point in pausing to consult the Tremere. Instead, he remained quiet for a long moment. When he spoke again, there was a note of caution in his rasping voice, "...Amadeus. May I speak candidly?"