The cool October air shrouded the city. Outside of the city, the cool air rose. The manor was particularly chaotic on this day, with plans and speaking of war with the Shapeshifters. The ancients spoke with the elder furies, giving them orders and the likes. The manor was a particularly glum place during days other than this. Water and warm air seeped through the ground and into the sewers. The den was a bit more active today than on other days. The shapeshifter's expected a skirmish of some sort. Alpha's made defensive plans and the likes. Davis nodded quietly while receiving orders from the Elders. He had learned his lesson once not to cross them. He wiped a bit of sweat off of his brow. After his order's were received, he stepped out of the council room and into the lobby of the manor. From what he had acquired, his job was to infiltrate the sewer's and "scout out" the den. He was neither happy nor angry about this. This wasn't his first assignment, he knew that he didn't get to pick and choose. The elders also asked of him to pick a "promising" New Blood to accompany him.