Thom snorts. "Too long the same? We had a war with the werewolves a mere couple of years ago... That one is sure to go down in the history books. They made more progress toward receiving acceptance in that short war than the last hundred years combined. There is even a hotel run by werewolves in this very city. They have church sanction so I hear. Lots of people wondering if it will last."

He sighs and takes another sip. "As to traps... No. Thinking about it, even the statue probably won't do anything unless you take a swing at it or something. VanHelsing is not going to have live traps in the halls you walk... At least, he hasn't before. Still, with the statue, I'd err on the side of not being dead."

Thom glanced at the clock again. Time was ticking away, he needed to move soon... But the girl had given him leave for a question. "And last a question: Forgive my forwardness, but did you fight in the were-war? I so rarely find individuals with a perspective on... the other side of events."