Gareth chuckles over the situation. I mean come on, a werewolf, two vampires, and a hunter walk into a bar. There is a joke in there somewhere. He turns to the men that have yet to make it out yet.<strong>"Aye fellas, ye mightn' want to be headed out ti for you here more than ye should. Last ting either of ya want is the Whites comen' round to pick ye brains for secrets."</strong>The men scurry to their feet and burst past Persephone and out the door.<br/><br/>Gareth waits to be sure they are gone then says to Vivianne.<strong>"You really don't know anything do you?"</strong>He sounded different now. The way he spoke was less gruff and rural, and instead scholarly.<strong>"Eugene is with the White family. Probably at their castle Ngerxungrud in the Contingent Swamp."</strong>He puts his crossbow away and sits back down at his table. There he poured out some whiskey from a bottle into an empty cup. He then poured something into it from a hip flask stirring it with a finger. Sipping his drink the hunter turned his attention over to Ansha.<strong>"Are you going to be any trouble wolf girl?"</strong>