[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Alyson Young]

Korben
Bone Gnawer

> "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."

"Can't say there won't be trouble, but not with John Law.  It'd be the 
other kind, if anything."

> 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'.

Korben sighed.  The last favor he had owed the Fianna had cost him 
considerably more than money to pay back.  But on the other hand, money 
is how you make customers... favors are how you make friends.  And in 
the end, he figured, friends were in short enough supply.  "Done and done."

Looking at the sky, Korben figured his time was just about up.  The 
smart and the wily may not have made up their minds yet, but it was 
about time for him to show up and grunt an opinion.  So he caught the 
ferry back, and headed back for camp.

[tag Nez etc, when they're ready]