C50 Armistice

The surreal sight before them leaves them baffled.

There, in front of an enormous bonfire, stands Axel Brook, draped in a flamboyant outfit, an impossibly annoying smirk on his face while multiple werewolves form a circle around the fire chanting and signing complicated symbols into the air in unison.

“Oh, good! You’re here. I thought I’d have to fetch you. How convenient