After being on the hunt for a nasty group of lycanthropes (Werewolves) for several months, you’ve discovered they’re hiding in a small town called Luton. While walking through the dark pavemented streets, an old man with a heavy southern accent calls out to you.

“Are you lost?” he motions to your strange attire. “pardon my nosiness, but you don’t look like you’re from around these parts”. you explain to him that you’re hunting something, carefully leaving out key details. “There ain’t any beasts here. That being said, feel free to stay as long as you’d like”.

You take his words with a practiced smile, as you continue to explore the quaint little town.