The group split up for a little while, each with concerns of their own to attend to. Before too long though, they are reassembling in the park ...<br/><br/>The weather has not improved any, with ominous thunderclouds overhead, threatening rain, wind and storm. Of course, with the wild hunt involved, the weather itself may be even more ominous. They are supposed to ride the storm, after all ....<br/><br/>For now, the park is dark, with patches of fog drifting thicker and thinner, casting everything in an eerie sheen. Anyone with any degree of sense has somewhere better to be, which of course means there are a handfull hanging around the park, looking for one kind of trouble or other.<br/><br/>You have perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before the exchange is supposed to take place.