Ilvette Fay's Story

Hugo nodded "Crime...I'd rather not get involved in that stuff, but we'll see if there's a place for me with a pack regardless." he said. He seemed a little concerned about the illness or whatever it was that caused werewolves to go savage, but he tried to put it out of his mind for now. He looks over to her and notices that she's inspecting him. He adjusts his glasses, being a little nervous "What? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked. This night just kept getting stranger and stranger to him, but it seemed like things were taking a step in the right direction for him at least.

She shook her head. "Oh, no, no. Nothing. No reason," she said, quickly averting her gaze. She looked dead ahead, fighting a smile. Well, she supposed it was a bit obvious.

"I work at Telltale, so if you ever need to find me... I'll likely be there," she told him, leading them further into the city.

Rowan leaned on the counter with his forearms. "She must be pretty skilled then. What's her name?"


"I've been here for a little under a year. I normally bounce around a lot but I'm enjoy it here, so." He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, leaving his sentence to linger on without a proper ending. "The food's nice."