Ryan listened to William explain why they were locked inside the basement, though he still was confused on what was going on. [i]Hmm, I guess that makes sense.[/i] Then William turned to him and told him to wash up for company. Ryan looked around the room and found a plastic mop sink in the adjacent corner of the room. He walked over to it and turned it on as the door to the basement opened. He didn't see Markus come in, but he heard his footsteps going down the stairs as Ryan washed the dried blood from his face. Once he was finished, he turned to the bearded man and politely listened to William finish his story. [i]History? Organization? Vargr? Tracking a savage group? Bad blood? What is he talking about? Why does everyone seem so cryptic around me?[/i] Then everyone turned to Ryan, expecting him to speak.

"Um, hi? Uh, my name is Ryan Thompson. I was just planning on passing through town, going out on a hunting trip, hoping to catch some w- wolves. Then this HUGE ASS s- semi-truck came out of nowhere, I think the driver was drunk, and I tried to avoid him. I didn't get hit, but I lost control of my pick-up and hydroplaned... No wait, that's when it's water. What's it called when it's ice? Doesn't matter. Anyway, I drove off the road and crashed my car. Completely totaled. So I climbed away from the wreck and just started walking in the snow. By pure luck, I saw this place and came here. Annnnd... Yeah, that's about it," Ryan said.

Ryan turned back to the corner where he had slept, only now noticing the multiple cots in the room like the one William had slept on. [i]Where the hell did those come from?[/i] Ryan sat down on the floor, next to him was a small blood stain where his head had been during the night. [i]What's that guy got in his hand? A hammer? Odd looking hammer? Wonder what he plans on doing with it. Oh, hey. I should ask him about that girl from yesterday.[/i] "Oh hey, by the way, is that redhead girl single?" Ryan's stomach growled loudly. "And do you have any food?"