(Back in the car)<br/><br/>Angelo nods at Amy's question. "Yeah, you can do your thing tonight, maybe tomorrow." He seems to be not all that concerned with letting someone get that close to his personal machine.<br/><br/>(And to the park!)<br/><br/>Dean looks at Angelo a little odd, and he shrugs. "I only just met them. Ask Faelean." Dean nods. "Now-business. I'm afraid we bring bad news, Dean. Tonight, a Storm Lord was murdered. Silver blades. Vampires were the likely assailants." Dean's expression went from joyful to very, very darkly serious. "Who, Angelo?"<br/><br/>Angelo sighed. "That's what we're here about. He mentioned something about the lily of the waves, we were wondering if you knew anything about that." Dean thinks for a minute, then he eyes the girl with the naginata. "I see. Information is powerful, Angelo. You know that. I propose a trade. You four...I want to know that at least one of you is a capable fighter. I know Angelo is skilled with a blade, though his strength lies elsewhere...appoint a champion from among you."<br/><br/>He turns to the crowd. "As you know, there is a cub who wishes to join us tonight." He takes two staves from a nearby woman. "The champion of these...princesses...will battle with our potential member." A young man emerges from the crowd and makes a grab for the staff, but Dean holds fast. "No touching the weapons until a champion is appointed, cub."<br/><br/>The staves themselves are ritually decorated with animal feathers and several mysterious symbols, making them appear to be more like ceremonial weapons then staves built for combat. Angelo steps out of the way, intending to watch instead of intervene. "Well, it's what Dean wants. He's got a plan, I know he does. Who wants to go at it?"