Cyrus stared in shock as Wiflor made short work of their attackers. Then, there was only one left. Cyrus sprung to his feet and drew his knife. He prepared to assist Atticus, but the old man had already turned the werewolf into a blackened,  charred, skeleton. He straightened his robes and brushed his beard. "Well, that was unexpected." Atticus joked. Cyrus, however, wasn't in a joking mood.<br/><br/>"We need some silver or wolfsbane." Cyrus said, looking around quickly.<br/><br/>"And why do we need that?" Atticus asked, following Cyrus as he searched.<br/><br/>"My grandfather once told me that werewolves that are killed by normal means will rise on the next night there is a full moon unless you pierce their heart or brain with a stake tipped with silver or lay wolfsbang across their body and pray to the gods." After some searching, Cyrus found a small sprig of a plant with many small, purple flowers on it. "Here it is..." Cyrus tried to look around for more, but only managed to come up with another sprig.<br/><br/>"Gods, Cyrus. I'll never understand why you hold on to these superstitions ." Atticus rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>"Do you have any silver?" Cyrus asked.<br/><br/>"Only my rings and necklace. But if you think i'm going to-"<br/><br/>"Thanks." Cyrus quickly snatched the rings off of Atticus's fingers, a feat only attainable by a practiced thief. Cyrus must have had an interesting history. After some coaxing, Atticus gave up his necklace as well. After awhile of melting the silver with Atticus's help, they made two stakes out of wood from the nearest living tree and tipped them with the silver. Cyrus decided he would be the one to do it. He stabbed the two... "complete" werewolves in the heart with the stakes, then laid the wolfsbang across the bodies of the other two and said a prayer to the gods. Finally, at around late morning, the packed up camp and were ready to move on.