* Sophie[BF2] rolls her eyes
<Sophie[BF2]> WHatever.
<Tanith> What sept are you from anyway?
<Sophie[BF2]> You've all treated me like I'm persona non-grata since day one. Hell I've been screamed at for following my auspice...Apologies given or not.
* Sophie[BF2] looks at Tanith
* Sophie[BF2] names a deeply traditional Sept in Canada
<Moondancer> "Really, Sophie? That includes me, huh? Well, thanks for that."
<Sophie[BF2]> Wow...pot...kettle.
<Sophie[BF2]> Moon you called me an idiot not an hour ago.
<SNB> Moving on from this to the conversation about the museujm?
* Tanith tilts his head as he regards her. "Ah.. I'm from Sept of th Moon's Blessing."
* Tanith looks to Seriously and nods.
* Sophie[BF2] nods
<Sophie[BF2]> You need access to their records, if you ask me...it'll at least give you a list of their assests and where they are stored.
<Draka> "The question is... computerized records..or paper?"
<Draka> "I'm thinking probably mainly paper records."
<Kifel> Kifel simply shook his head as he rose from his seat, grabbing his rifle and ammo bag. He just stared at the bickering parties for a moment and made his way to the outer bawn. Hopeless.
<Moondancer> "I absolutely did not, not even a little bit, call you an idiot. That is in no way, shape, or form true."
* Naze claps her hands and nods, "Alright, we have a *Guest*, lets not air our petty grievances before an honoured elder..*Please*" She looks to Stranger
* Sophie[BF2] mutters to Draka
<Naze> <G> "Apologies.."
<@IS-ST> The stranger stands and offers his staff to Moon.  "If you will lead the way, please."  He looks to the others and nods.  "No need to change on my account.  Garou are as Garou will be.  Now and forever."
* Draka sighs and rubs Sophie's back gently, murmuring gently to her
* Moondancer stands, and offers her arm to the Stranger. "As you wish, Naze." She looks back to Sophie, and then back to Naze. "But this is not finished."
<@IS-ST> The short stranger and Moon make their way out of camp.
<Naze> <G> "I wouldn't expect it to be.." She looks at Stranger and finally breaks down <G> "Alright, I give in just  *what* are you?" she asks
<@IS-ST> The stranger stops and looks back.  "I am the past and a promise.  I am the here and now.  What I will be...who can say?"
<SNB> Before we're gone, would you like to share your story?  Or perhaps part of it?
<@IS-ST> He shrugs.  "That may not be given to me."
* Khapri slips in to settle near his packmates, peering inquistively at the Stranger
* Naze puzzles him a moment  <G> "You really *are* related to Malachi, aren't you.. you're like.. his ancestor.. right down to his words of wisdom.."
<@IS-ST> He turns to head into the darkness outside of camp.  "Goddess, I hope not, but I fear you are correct."
* @Strength moves now, having sat and listened, comprehended much and thought carefully. He reaches into his obi and pulls out a small pouch of soft cloth, rubbing at whatever is inside it.