"The Caern—the heart of our power—is still hopelessly defiled," the theurge says. "But some spirits are coming back. You should visit them once we finish here."
With the strangled Umbral energies flowing again, the rest of the day is spent in simple trash cleanup: bagging rubbish, sorting through equipment, and texting one of the surviving members of the Three Families, Lucinda, to rent a truck and cart all the heavy junk away. You keep expecting to feel exhausted, but the liberated energies of the land energize you, and you're hard at work sorting through David Banicki's tools—you plan to sell them—when you uncover a selection of bladed weapons, all matte black steel. Elton holds one up and sniffs it as if he can smell evil, then he shrugs.
"These are good, Huguel," he says. "David may have been a wasteman, but he knew how to forge. I know you're not much of a close-combat fighter, but you should have a weapon on hand."
These weapons are magnificent. Before he invited an unclean spirit into his flesh, David Banicki understood what dwelt in the heart of a werewolf, and how to shape a Garou's spiritual temperament into a physical object.
I claim the sword: a symbol of a Garou's honor, his faith in the Litany, and his hope for the future.
I grab the machete: a no-nonsense weapon for staying alive and doing what must be done.
I heft the axe: a brutal weapon designed to kill people as horribly as possible.
I take the dagger. This twin-edged blade symbolizes a Garou's obligations to those he must protect: spirits and regular people.
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