"Beggars can't be…actually, werewolves always have a choice, don't we? Kill them if you want—they mean nothing to me, I sort of inherited them after the other Shadow Lords died. Just don't make a mess."
You blink, because killing the Goultiers wasn't exactly where you saw this conversation going.
"Back when Garou came through town all the time to visit the caern, the Goultiers were useful," Elton says. "But that was before. I'll see what I can do about the heat, but it's not like I know anything about that sort of thing." Elton chuckles mirthlessly. "I should call Podge."
"Who?"
"One of us," Elton says. "Patrick Hodge was too young to fight on the night the caern fell, but he fought anyway. Last I heard, he was still fighting. Brave as hell. Probably dead by now."
"Podge is a fighter, eh? Could he help us?"
"Are there any other Garou still alive from the old caern?"
"How did you survive the fall of the Broad Brook Caern?"
"What about enlisting Daphne Clear's help? We could always use a Glass Walker."
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