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[represaille]

This area is not her responsibility, not her burden to oversee, but even so, Nel finds herself patrolling the town's streets most nights. With the rash of recent incidents, even if the little ones here find her presence unsettling, she will keep careful watch where she can.

It is a thankless task. Most nights she is out, nothing at all happens. On the nights she does drive away whatever manner of ruffians appear, whispers and rumors of ill fate appear the next day regardless. There is no vocal acknowledgement that she is here beyond the occasional murmur that the claw marks in the ground have begun to look distinctly un-wolflike.

Tonight, a stranger in a mask approaches her.

"It is late," Nel agrees brusquely. Most are either asleep by now or too wary to leave their homes to approach an unfamiliar face. In times of distress, an unfamiliar face is often a dangerous face. "But the light of the moon is more than sufficient."

Even were it to be a new moon, she would be stepping just as confidently as if it were broad daylight.

"You are not a resident of this town. Identify yourself."

Under the Full Moon

[200 Character adventure]