Made a deal with Barclay

I think I may have made a deal with Joe Barclay.

The Knights of Retribution are some scary fuckers. They've waxed a few too many of the KJ in the last few months. Now, I told them they could do a few operations, but they took that to mean they had a green light to do whatever they wanted to the KJ whenever they wanted. Which meant assassinating one of their higher-ups at an Anarch rant.

Now I called them on it, just like Simon did. Gotta back the fellow Architect. Well, now they are calling me a traitor for trying to work diplomacy in addition to letting them do their thing. Not that I meant for them to do their thing whenever.

So I'm fuckin' scared. This ain't cool. I don't want my brains scattered across the lawn.

So I went to Barclay. Fucker can walk out of exploding houses with barely a singe on his lapel. He said, yeah, he'd teach me some Fortitude. I just gotta teach him some Potence. I'm not sure that a Gangrel that can walk out of C-4 explosions with the ability to grow claws should really be knowing Potence...but what the fuck choice do I have? I need to be able to be tougher, not just against the KJ or the Sabbat, but now in-case the Knights of Retribution come after me.

Not.

Fucking.

Cool.