Davidson, Davidson had a great time in the past years. Granted he had lost all but... well all his freinds but the town was changing. New people comming and going all the time. And, with the goldsmiths gone he had full market share. With all the strange occurances happening he haddent been out shooting in years. A shame, he could murder a wolf right now. Given that hunting season was nearly over bullets were really expensive, and as the price of silver was lowered he was rammed most days and nights with tourists looking for a trinket so he could never get out and fling some silver, a old Davidson trick, they say a Silver bullet never misses and never fails, wolf death everytime. A old wife tale ofcourse, a myth from the town itself.