A bum dressed in tattered furs bumps into each Chairperson of the Ventrue Directorate at a vulnerable and unexpected moment out on the town -- entering or exiting a limo or building; while hunting, perhaps; or in the midst of a high society function. The person is quite obviously deranged and down on their luck. But in a very clear voice they look at you and say "Could've killed ya, just then." At which point, you or your security people no doubt beat the bum into unconsciousness or send them on their way. Later on that evening, you realize that something has been slipped into your pocket: a small prism, on which is enscribed the following message in miniscule print requiring heightened senses (or a really powerful magnifying glass) to read.
To: Clan Ventrue
From: Justicar Pedder
Until Masako's edict is lifted, it stands. Avoid contact with all other supernaturals. Encourage your enemies to do so and see them executed for their arrogance.
The prism is cut in such a fashion that turning it near a light source always produces a different display of colors. And as you turn it over and over in your hands, you realize how Garou are capable of looking like any ordinary mortal; an unseen menace waiting to strike, or appearing out of thin air from their spirit realms. "How wise of the Justicars," you think to yourself, "to implement a policy so beneficial to the Camarilla." But then again, how do you know that's really your own thought? How do you know the Justicar isn't implanting thoughts in your mind at this very moment without your knowledge? "That's ridiculous," you think to yourself, "My mind is too strong to be so easily manipulated."
