Exton

Ike has slipped into her stone form. It was a near thing with her wing. Pandora and Traeger mixed the mud in small batches, just enough at a time to keep it from hardening before Keon could use it. Guunnar kept Ike's wing at a stretched position until her natural stone took over. They prayed it was enough. Keon gently cleaned away the overflowing clay before it hardened into a disfiguring lump. Monty watched closely.

The Rider's cleanup team had arrived earlier and were disposing of the bodies. Ghouls carefully remove all the bodily matter, working at leaving the room spotless. Two more emerge from the downstairs hallway, bearing the bodies. They are solemn about their work, only smiling when they don't think anyone is watching.

The blood is almost gone as well. There are spots that had begun to congeal and several shifters bear mops in a war to rid the Tavern of its presence. Ob has long gone to stone, stretched in front of Pandora's favorite spot. Tori lies among the steel rafters overhead.

Keon stretches and nods to Monty. The bottle of Poteen appears on the counter and Keon pours shots for all still awake.

" 'Tis a fine day to see the bright sky, friends healing, and know one more beyond redemption is no longer able to harm the innocents of this world. Three cheers, mates!"

The empty glasses thump on the table. Several people shudder from the unexpected kick, and Keon smiles, pouring more for those who would drink.