Tony listens to this conversation with a scowl still playing across his face. He nods and says, "Well we can't get a hold of her, and it seems that enough of her friends in The Carthian Movement have gone crazy. At the very least, we know we can't rely on her right now." He impatiently brings his hands to his chest and starts reflexively cracking his knuckles while he thinks for a moment. "Look," he finally spits, "my Sire said he'll be home in another two nights. That means we have to keep things from getting out of control before then, and I can't go making any big decisions until then. The night is pretty much over. You've done plenty tonight, and I fear there will be even more violence tomorrow. Why don't you get home before the sun rises. I'll deal with Saul first thing tomorrow, and will let you know what he says. When you rise, why don't you focus on stopping any more Carthian attacks, and finding out just what the hell is going on with Nova?"