When the wolf shifted forms The Baron hastily snapped his fingers. The hounds, still in flight, began to waver as their sharp forms lost all cohesion, diffusing into streams of a gently wafting green mist that impacted the newcomer with all the force of a dry fart.

"I'll assume that you're actually cool then?" He called to the werewolf. Werewolves. How exiting. Then he looked over at Jack, smiling. "How did you know he was a wolf man? You simply must inform me, was their some sign?" But even this was interrupted as a scream that shook the wall fixtures started echoing through the house. The Baron twirled in place a few time, looking ever which way, before dropping to the floor and pressing his ear to the ground. "Below." He said, popping back up. "Miss, while you're digging around in the closet fetch an elephant gun."

He looked down the hallway. "Cellar, cellar, cellar, where would you put a cellar door? AHA! Miss Claudia, did you spot a kitchen on your way to the bath?"

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