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Ryder looked around, his face twisting into a grimace which displayed rather over developed canines. He lifted his chin in a guesture his crew evidently understood as clear out. Cards went down on the table and drinks were snatched up as the werewolves diffused into the crowd like salt dissolving in water. The Werewolf chieftan took one last look at his cards, peeling them up from tabletop to glance at the corners before letting them down with a snap.

"Yeah he was around earlier 'round moonup," Ryder admitted, "wanted a couple of my boys as muscle for some kind of job. Not like him to get his hands dirty but I owed him for that thing up in Portsmouth last year.  Haven't seen him or my guys since."

Ryder picked up his drink, knocking back the scotch which was now dilluted by melting ice cubes.

"Dude stank of Fairy's if that helps you," he added offhandedly.


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Quincy came by earlier and cashed in a debt to get a couple of werewolves for some unknown job. He smelled like the fae.
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