Was it more than just a cool night that bothered him, or the constant pros and cons dealing with the growing aspect of global warming that filtered itself throughout the media more often than not? None of the above actually, as Jere Wulfsohng sat inside a modest furnished loft that resided on top of the church. He had been offered one of the more up to date rooms, but those offers had been declined politely.

Chewing a piece of beef jerky, Jere stared at the computer generated three dimensional image that was supplied to him by his former student. There was no denying its likeness, despite the given name attached to it. Dev Yutrah. He knew the man by another name ...

There was no surprise that Brehnic would have crossed paths with his own former teacher, but what raised some level of concern was how it all played out. A gun? That felt out of character with the Methos he personally knew, but much time had passed since their last meeting.

If what Brehnic said was indeed the truth, then it was only a matter of time before Methos sought him out as well? Unlikely. Evidently Nova Giannini was the intended target. Still, the retelling of events was still troublesome. Jere himself had been leaving the sanctity of scared/holy ground more than he wished to of late, usually avoiding any potential confrontations with any Immortals, and the continual saga called the gathering.

There was the latest Pre-immie, the young Niklas Wright, whom Brehnic was trying to protect, form her legacy. That brought a small smile to his face, especially since that went against his usual normal selfish demeanor that he likes to project.

(m) "Sacred spirits, please grant me the wisdom, and the strength to endure this ever changing world, as well the role our kind continue to play in within it." He hoped Brehnic would listen to reason and allow him to inform the young lady of she represented. Another piece of jerky was chewed upon, to be washed down with a glass of water, as the picture was placed inside the lantern and burned.

His thoughts would be some what troubled this eve it seemed ...