Elton seems to want to argue, but then he just sighs.
"We're all dead," he says at last. "Humans and werewolves, all dead. Harmonie and Holds-the-Dawn and Katherine and Knife-Eyes and all the others. You must have felt it as you traveled east, all that nothingness. Desolation where spirits once thrived. The Apocalypse, coming and going without fanfare."
"But you and Daphne Clear—"
"Daphne manipulates the signs, not the things they signify," Elton says. "And I'm no better. And the others who survived the fall of the caern are much worse off than me. I think Podge still tries to fight, but he's down south in Holyoke. Haven't seen him in years."
"Podge?" you ask.
"Patrick Hodge, Bone Gnawer," Elton says. "Just a kid when the caern fell. They wouldn't let him fight, even though he was a Full Moon. He never forgave them."
"Podge is a fighter, eh? Could he help us?"
"Are there any other Garou still alive from the old caern?"
"How did you survive the fall of the Broad Brook Caern?"
"What about enlisting Daphne Clear's help? We could always use a Glass Walker."
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