No matter what the elders might say, being sent to Gloucester is more a punishment than anything else. The snows have set in, and the Fief's Baroness, the Malkavian Seren, has descended into depression and lethargy. Winter brings hunger for Cainites, as the city's mortals huddle near to fires after dark. The wind outside is maddening.and growing louder.
The Knights of Acre are charged with the protection of pilgrims, and in Compostela, they do their jobs very well indeed. But in recent months, something has begun to prey upon those faithful Christians traveling to the tomb of Saint James, and not even the Oculi Dei can shed any light on the beast. This menace must be stopped - God and His Church demand no less.