Primal Urge 1 | Hishu | Health (Uninjured) | Essence 7 of 10 | Willpower 4 of 4 | Harmony 7 | Defense 5 | Armor 1/0 (Thick Clothing; Torso, Arms, Back) | Unarmed | Iron Stamina 3 | Active Gifts: None | Cunning 1, Glory 1, Purity 1 | Auspice: Rahu | Tribe: Iron Masters | Pack: Storm Chasers
Samson nodded in turn to Lucien.
"Sure you've heard the rumors." It would have been impossible for him to not have. "Harlem was there too."
And had seen the totem. Samson had steered the Blooded away before the Siskur-Dah had been called but Harlem could see spirits. The veil had been so thin there that Samson figured the werewolves probably could have entered the Shadow even without a locus. Harlem may well have told Lucien of this; both he and the Rahu had closer ties to Harlem than the others.
It wouldn't take long to reach the houseboat. It was an old steam powered ship which was now permanently moored, more or less. To Lucien, the werewolf smell coming from it would be distinct. The boat stood out to anyone trying to find it due to the comings and goings of multiple uratha and Blooded. Samson began to ascend the gangplank, raising a hand in greeting to Melody.
"Evening." He said to her. "This is Lucien. Lucien, Melody Compton."
And with all of them together it was almost a sure bet the totem was too; either in twilight or the Shadow. Samson would lead the way in, get beer and some of his kettle chips for everyone, so they could get comfortable in the kitchen around the table.