The worn hunter felt rather at peace within the candlelit town hall. Now he had two different pieces of paper on his lap, and he repeatedly read each one over. They were both from two different Night Hunter Organizations. One from the North American region, and the other from the Primary Night Hunter's Hall in Europe. William still had a few friends left back in his previous place of work, but his good friends were long gone. He slid the letter from Europe back into his coat, and continued to read over the other. The letter spoke mostly of the activity in Maine, and about the few things the hunter and his group should be on the lookout for. Maine certainly wasn't short of things to do, but William knew he shouldn't stay here for too long. 

	William left his seat and approached the podium at the front of the town hall. He left the letter there and paced back to the front door. By the entrance was a slightly rusted and cracked bell. He gave it a good couple of rings, the noise being easily heard throughout the village. With that, he walked back down the aisle and returned to the podium. It was time for the hunt to begin.