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Nathan was talking on a cellphone, and opened the Front Door. He was too distracted with important phone calls, and trying to take care of things to pay attention.

"Look, do whatever you have to keep this out of the press. Not one word gets printed while I get this straightened out, and make sure Peter's name isn't mentioned at all." He ordered into the phone as he strode in. And then heard a beep alerting him that the signal was lost.

"Aw hell, not today." Nathan started to turn to leave, but the door was already gone. "Dammit! Not today!" He closed his fist like he wanted to hit the now smooth wall, and then decided to go for a walk out back to cool off. The phone was hastily stowed away in a coat pocket while he walked through the bar toward the Back Door.

Feel free to catch him before he goes out back, or run into him outside.

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"I shouldn't do that if I were you, sir," says a dark-haired Englishwoman with a low voice. "Not tonight."

Nathan looked he wanted to yell, but stopped himself. Smoothed his expression over to hide the stress, tension, and anger as best as he could.

"And why's that?"

"Because tonight's the first night of the full moon, and there's werewolves out there," Annie says. "They usually don't come much out of the forest, but better safe than sorry."

Nathan scoffed lightly at that, "Of course there are. Full moon, so naturally there'd be werewolves." He started walking again.

She raises her voice a little. "My husband is one of them."

"Oh yeah? Must be hell once a month at home, huh?" He's been having a trying night, and dealing with more weird doesn't help. So he's being very stubbornly skeptical.

"That's why we've got a farm; he heads out onto the property a few hours before sundown and stays away from people until it passes," Annie says. "This is really not a good time to be outside, sir, I can promise you that."

"I can take care of myself," Nathan remarked as he continued walking.

Annie sighs. "As you wish," she says, and settles back in her chair. Not her place to keep people out of trouble. Hopefully Harry'd be able to pull it off.

And he continued out through the back door anyway. Completely unaware of that he had met her husband, and this might have explained some things about that race.

If he had to fly to keep away from them, he would.

There is a white-clad man sitting on a rock outside. He appears to be watching the woods with a patient expectation.

He turns slightly as Nathan emerges through the Back Door. "This is not the safest time to be out here," he says. "If you must, I recommend you stay close to the stables or the smithy."

"Why? You gonna start in about the werewolves too?"

He turns around completely and fixes Nathan with a stare. You know the look a teacher gives you when you're being singularly stupid? Multiply that by about one hundred.

"I see you have been told of them," he says. "I presume you either think you have been lied to or that you are capable of fighting them off if necessary."

"Look, I just came out here to cool off. I got enough weird things back home to deal with, and I'm now stuck here." Nathan remarked sharply.

His eyes narrow.

"Unless you want your 'cooling off' to be rather permanent, you would be wise to pay attention to the warnings people give you."

He turns back to watch the woods. "The threat is real. If you stumble across it, I will attempt to assist you. But realize the risk you take."

The and you'll have no one to blame but yourself if your head gets ripped off is implied.

"Right. Of course. Seem to have everything else here, why not werewolves."

Nathan added, "Look, even if they're real, I can get away from them if I have to."

"Perhaps you can," the Ranger allows. "But why put yourself in that position needlessly?"

Nathan sighed, "I'm not. Look, if you know somewhere else I can go where I don't have to feel pent up and more frustrated than I am, I'd appreciate it."

Spero relents a little and gives him a wan smile.

"Just stay away from the forest," he says. "If he tries to come out of there, I'll stop him."

Nathan nodded, and then eyed the mountains.

"Whoever this he is, guessing he wouldn't one for heights, right? Or water?"

"Water...probably not," he says. "He might use a drinking site as an ambush, but he would be looking for prey if he is in a dangerous mood. Water would muddle his tracking. As for heights, I am not sure."

"Well, can't jump that high right? And how fast do they run?" It would wear him out, but figuring he can at least move fast enough to get inside if necessary.

"Anyway, if it's so dangerous, why are you out here?"

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