[@Candykane]
[color=Aquamarine]“I need something for the spell to work on,”[/color] You tell the hunter.

"I am aware." Abberline replies before gesturing to the empty bag with the word 'Candy' embroidered onto the side that he threw to you a moment ago. "The bag belongs to my quarry. I trust that will be enough for you to work with?"

[@XxFellsingxX]
As you announce that you'd rather avoid anyone getting shot tonight, a strange intuition comes to you. An intuition you know from experience to be a result of your powers. Abberline knows of the prophesy foretelling his doom at the hands an alliance between all four factions. As a result, he will be quick to retreat if confronted by even the smallest gathering of Mortality, Night, Power, and Wild.