Sandra tapped the Record button as the old man told the tale, listening with a faraway stare of fascination to egg him on into giving the entire story.  Once it was done, she stopped the recording, sending a copy to the rest of the Band save Elsa, along with the note: "If anyone can find more information about Blackman's Falls, please send to everyone."<br/><br/>After that, although she continued to listen, Sandra moved over to the window to check the moon phase.  She wasn't sure if it differed in Germany from the United States, but it made a lot more sense to simply look than to ask around.  She had a pretty good feeling it would be full tonight.<br/><br/>Everyone knew the legends of werewolves and that their bane was silver.  Sandra didn't have any silver, obviously, but she'd heard stories about Lunargent and being able to coat weapons in the stuff when sufficiently talented in the moon.  If desperation became strong enough, it would hopefully become a talent that she was able to pick up.  If all else failed, though, nothing could forever survive a perpetual assault of bullets.<br/><br/>"Could you give me directions?" she finally asked, looking to the younger men.  Thoughtful planning had torn away her facade of drunken tourism, but she had more to worry about than simply playing games with these people.  At least now they had a better idea of where to go.<br/>