Prince Pietro carries himself with a graceful, noble bearing, his eyes unblinking and jaded in their expression. After nearly two centuries spent in North America, he retains no trace of a foreign accent, though his looks mark him as Italian. He also lapses into speaking French, Spanish or Italian with ease when the situation calls for it. Although he is one of the Rose Clan, he has not clawed his way to the Princedom by virtue of his good looks. Those who understand the Toreador well will understand that his is the clan that relates best to mortals, and as a result his influence upon his city may be the envy of many a Ventrue or Tremere.

In the wake of the atomic explosion and the new pangs of Hunger felt by all Cainites, Pietro's position in the city is tenuous, but he hangs onto every shred of power that he can. Although no one can explain it yet, he enjoys the support of the remaining Malkavians in the city. And, of course, he has his champion, the Gargoyle who patrols the city in search of Pietro's enemies.

The Gangrel may have decided that Pietro has to fall, but as for exactly how...that's still as much a mystery as the man himself. And it's the unanswered questions that make him most dangerous. How tough is his pet Gargoyle? Why did the Malkavians take his side? And what ace in the hole is he holding that makes Thurman so worried? In time, the Wayfarers are going to have to call Pietro's bluff.