Re: Southern Sanctum
Saul, or "Mom" as his pupils and residents call him, reddens slightly and scoops up the tiny (to him, especially) Lycan in a warm hug, lifting her off the ground for a moment but being careful not to squeeze too hard.
"I'm very glad to see you safe, young one." He growls huskily with much fondness. Saul puts his young friend down and turns to look at the bickering, fetching a sigh. "Looks like I'd better stop a fight. I'm sure we'll all find out what's going on in a minute... hang out for a second."
The grizzled lycan, scarred but clever (and lucky) survivor of more brawls and battles than even he could easily remember, strides back into the center of the chamber. His voice booms out into the room.
"That's enough. It doesn't matter," he scans the room darkly, "how this illness started. It's affected all of us in some way, and any who ignore it do so at their OWN peril. We've been summoned. We're going to receive information. What we do with that information is, as always, our choice."
Saul bares his teeth a little. "It's also our choice whether we want to be informed or not. If you don't want to know what's going on," Saul stabs a finger at the exit, "leave. If you want to create strife in what's already a terrible situation, you can leave... or I'll eject you Myself."
The lycan's tone softens a bit and he sighs, "But I hope it doesn't come to that. For all we really know, we may be the only healthy individuals within miles. Only a fool would try to tackle a problem of this enormity without all the information they can possibly receive and all the help they can get. Human, Lycan, Selkie, Elf, Drow, Centaur and Cattaur, Naga and Birdfolk. Every race suffers the effects of the disease."
Saul looks around. "We're all in this together, like it or not."
