"I don't even know how she could have managed it..."
"Do you think it's the genuine article?"
"Genuine? Possibly, but unlikely if-"
"Do you think it's the genuine article?"
"Genuine? Possibly, but unlikely if-"
"Can you explain what this thing is?" Grace Penderghast was covered in blood, the backseat of her car was completely and utterly ruined, and she had a staked vampire still sitting there. And everyone was apparently losing their mind over a book in a briefcase that had been owned by a now headless, dead man. Overall, this night had been sunk into quite the irritating disappointment for the undead woman.
"MALLEUS MALEFICARUM, Maleficas, & earum hæresim, ut phramea potentissima conterens." The Gangrel still crouched over it, staring in shock, said almost immediately as though he were reading something.
"Yes, that's wonderful Gibberish, but what does it mean?" Grace huffed, recognizing neither the words, nor the language.