Exton

A hand drops on Ob's shoulder and he looks up, sword at ready.
"Peace Obsidian. it is good to know I am not the only one who wishes the Dancer was here." Keon nods to the sword. "it is good it is HERE and not among your people right now." Keon begins to plait back his hair. "We need every blade and weapon we can get here because I am leaving you for a bit, and taking a few shifters with me." He pulls the tail over his shoulder and talks as he twists the length into a single braid.

"I am taking the two shifters we have captured and letting them go." There are protests from around the room. He holds up a staying hand. "Don't get me wrong, they won't get far." He looks at Marc, the college were, his tiger friend, and the female bobcat. "Will they?"

Tori laughs, she is polishing her foils. "Do you have a place to let them run?" When Keon asks if she has a suggestion, she grins. "Oh yes! Ike and I dropped off another... friend... in a wooded stretch out the highway, far enough from Exton that it would take hours to run back. It is just beyond the town line."

She points it out on one of Jack's maps. The shifters laugh.They know exactly where it is. It is on clan owned land. The three take their leave, making calls as they go. They will be on the land in ten minutes. The ones they called, soon after.

"I am expecting a few Brothers to arrive. We will take the two into custody, and head out there. We will take the shadowed paths, give them a bit of a scare I think. Bring who you think would be most vindicated with this hunt."

Keon collects his gear from Monty, then borrows a room to change. In moments he is back, once more the Rider. Handing the jeans to Monty, Keon thanks him for their use. His hand lingers on the T-shirt. he picks it back up and hands Pandora cash instead. "I think I want this." The shirt disappears under his cloak.

A soft Germanic voice drifts from the shadows. "Souvenir Bruder?"

"No. Something to wear when I am off duty." Keon turns and clasps hands with a hulking giant of a Rider. His pale red hair is plaited into several braids, all tied off with ribbons. "Welcome Guunnar. ready to dispense a little justice?"

The Nordic man smiles. "Herne agrees. These are not Our Hunt. These are for Shifter Justice. They must be dealt with, teach a lesson. He is happy to let us play a part." He twists his lips as if trying not to laugh. "You wanted to scare them, ja? Ve have brought the black coach to take them to their destination. Ramji has prettied it up."