Ignoring the pointed looks of the others, the older man speaks. "You do not want to go there. None of you. Yes, I am old, but my wits are not gone yet. I was a boy then, just a boy. Too young to have been called up when your Allies were sweeping all before them. I was trying to trap rabbits in the woods. Times were hard. I saw a group of men, some were prisoners, soldiers I think, others with guns guarded them. I heard them talking where I hid, they were Werewolves."<br/><br/>He paused, glaring at the younger men. One cleared his throat before softly adding "Not monsters, obviously. Werewolves were to hide, come out after the war and fight on, yes?"<br/><br/>"I know I what  I heard." repeated the older man. "They killed a bunch of the prisoners, slit their throats and tossed them into the pool at the base of the falls. The rest, they marched in behind the falls and never came out."<br/><br/>"There's no cave there." replied the other man. He turned to look at the group and gave a shrug, as if to say<em>what can you do?</em>