Exton

The blonde giant stands head and shoulders above most of the group. A slighter man hands him an envelope, which Guunnar lays in the astounded woman's hand.

"Ve know du vouldt not accept monies from alle. So... Traeger habt vone of His forgers run to store und get cardts fur gas. Ve not vant du runnin aus mittle uff novhere. Ach, Rohan... Du nicht cry. Dis ist gut ting people do fur dich."

The big man closes her hand around the envelope. "Du deserve dis, Rohan." He leans close, eyes twinkling, and whispers in her ear. "Du hast a gut mek-a-nic too. He ist a Gremlin!"

When she laughs aloud, Guunnar kisses her cheek and walks off into the night. His patrol drifts after him, dark cloaks and clothing blending them with the night. Just before the last member disappears, the slim man bounds back with the energy of a young puppy. He lays a box in her hands, murmuring "For all the times you help the Clans..." There is a yip from the dark streets and the young man darts back to the shadows, gone from sight in a mere instant.

Rowan opens the lid, carefully touching the stag horned hilt of the knife in the box. There is a pulse of energy, a warmth that feels right. She lifts it by the fabric in which it is nestled. The silver blade catches the light.

Keon steps to her side. "A blade for surgery on the Shifters? Or to use as an athame? They honor you, Daughter of the Moon." He slides an arm around her shoulders and hugs her, then moves away as Rowan lifts the blade to the night.

Tears stream down her cheeks and she seeks the sight of the moon. She smiles as the blade catches a flash of moonlight.

"Blessed Mother, thank You for the friends and family You have gifted into my life."

Lowering her arms, she looks at all the assembled people.

"And thank you all... I am... speechless."