[when the video blinks on, the only thing visible is a white ceiling, and the sounds of somebody moving around in a room]
Fool thing, what's wrong with a communications spell...
[the camera shifts, but instead of focusing on a face, all you see is some hair, and then an ear, pressed against the camera. There is also an overly loud, overly enunciated voice instead of a grumbling one]
If anybody's listening to this fool network, if you haven't found a place to stay, there's a suite of rooms here at the
Blackstone Hotel at East Harrison and South Michigan that you can stay in for free. There ain't a proper threshold to anchor any wards, but it's as safe as the White Council can make it.
Just ask for McCoy at the front desk. They know where to send you.
Except you, Hellhound.
[shifting camera again, and for a long time there's silence and the video screen just shows a wood grain table. Eventually, the phone hangs itself up.]