*Welcome to a wide, brightly lit room, decorated tastefully, and with long tables set out for food and wine-the meal, less tastefully, seems to be serving roast lamb as the center piece*
And one's thanks are now due, for the game is done, and well played besides. Your wolves were the Queen of Swords, the Queen of Clubs, and the King of Hearts. And one does hope that all found this diversion as entertaining as oneself, little likely though that may be.
Still one should be a poor host to kick you out abruptly, and without some hospitality.
Do enjoy, and again, one's thanks for the game.
Wolves. Killing. Limbo. Show yours as well?
*The wolves will notice that a heavy darkness seems to have lifted off of them-and also that they now have each one a deck of erotic playing cards. Others will find the prices they paid returned to them.*