As they continued to converse, Sorin's eyes narrowed over time. Surely this woman had to be fully aware of how much power she held over other members of the Convocation. If she were to seize control from the group, there would be little to nothing any of the others could do to stop her. Personally, Sorin was a bit surprised she'd not done such a thing already, considering how the council's members tended to operate. "And the Convocation believes they need understanding of what I've done. Of course. It would be a shame to have the son of Dracula decide to take control of Transylvania a mere seventeen years before his return."

The Convocation was apparently now without a proper meeting place. Since they had no neutral ground to call their meetings, they were resorting to Andais' ability for the creation of one. "You're connecting the dreams of others now? How frightening," he said. Sorin brought himself down to ground level, sighing as he made footfall. At the end of the day, this was hardly something he could avoid. "... Very well. Build your bridge, Dreamwalker."