[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Spikey]

Korben
Bone Gnawer


Sept rates would probably be good enough.  Driving to the nearest 
working payphone (a cabbie always knows), and dials the number from memory.

"Hey Danny, it's Korben.  Yeah, top o' the mornin' to you too.  Look, 
I'm gonna be living on the Isle of Crabs for a while and need a friendly 
place to leave the cab when I'm there.  You guys still got that haulage 
gig by the water?"

"Yeah we still got it!" The voice returns. A muffled sound as Danny covers the reciever and tells someone close by who he is talking to and why. "Can find a place for your ride not to worry laddie. It's not gonna draw down the constabluary is it? No course not, sorry. Come on down, sure we can work something out."

<Korben>

And the Fianna were good as their word. Most of them remained unconcerned with Korben's nature as an outsider to the larger hierarchy, they were city Garou like him. Not at home in the belly of the Weaver like the Glass walkers but aware of the strands of her web. 

"lets say you owe us a favour!" Danny replied when asked 'how much'. 


[tag Danny-boy]

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