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Center of the Caern
This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark soil
      and clay throughout. The ground is mostly mud, but patches of grass, 
      halted by winter's cold, are beginning to peek through the ground and 
      take root. Near the center of the clearing, a small cairn has been built 
      with white stone and quartz--what was left of the beautiful boulder that 
      was once there. None of the stones is bigger than a softball.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the
      southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small 
      pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in 
      the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts 
      out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The 
      chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to 
      swirl in that area.

Three-Blades clips her howl short, and then simply begins to rise, her own aim
      to be to move out of the caern. She's stopped though, by the scent and 
      sound of Leonard coming closer. The ragabash pauses mid-step, her paw 
      setting itself back down. Her greeting is rough around the edges.
Cutter shifts up to stand in front of the new Black Fury. "Welcome to the Sept.
      I'm Cutter Thomson, Fostern Theurge of the Lords, and I'd like to help 
      you."
Joshua sits himself down crosslegged at the edge of the Caern, watching the
      others mill about, leaving, talking, what ever. He seems content to sit 
      there with his thermos of Coffee.
Ashley raises her chin up proudly, leveling her gaze at the Shadow Lord for a
      moment, before drawing her eyes away and off to the side, respecting his 
      rank. "Do you now? You wish to learn from me?"
Fights-For-Hope steps up to Cutter himself, seeming the popular one tonight.
Cutter says "I am happy to learn from anyone with something to teach. I hope
      you fall into that category."
Leonard claps a hand on the Gnawer wolf's shoulder. "Walk with me, Speetlum."
      He begins to head out of the caern, himself.
Defiant Storm blurs back to her breed form, taking more than a few moments to
      calm herself down.
"I would not have spoken up if I did not have knowledge to pass down." Rumbles
      Artemis in the back of her throat as she shifts her weight a bit, nodding 
      her head. "What is it that you wish to seek knowledge in?"
Atcen squats down on her heels with a sigh. She glances over, watching Leonard
      depart with the Bone Gnawer, her brow furrowing, then shrugs and looks 
      around at the others.
Defends-Worth still stands at the tree, bundle under her arm again and looking
      over everybody. She sighs a bit, deep in thought.
Three-Blades bristles under the touch, but puts aside the growl rising in her
      mind and follows after the Wendigo.
"Boss," the young Russian murmurs toward Cutter. He also offers a nod toward
      Ashley. "Hey," he says, amiably.
Cutter glances at the queue building behind him, then shrugs. "As a knife moon,
      my proficiency tends toward the Umbral rites. Summoning, Naming, Binding, 
      and Cajoling."
Julie glances about, seeing that Yi is with another, heading off, and Craig
      apparently gone, already, too. A quiet sigh, lips drawn thin and tight in 
      a line, she turns to head cityward.
Ashley levels her gaze at Konstantin, staring at him with a hardened gaze, arms
      slowly crossing over her chest, before turning her attention to Cutter. 
      "I can bind spirits, summon them, and cleanse the taint which the dark 
      claws has touched. I can also bind items through way of dedication, and I 
      know a handful of more minor rituals that I keep sacred to myself." She 
      says, nodding her head.
Cutter eyes Konstantin as well. "Perhaps it would be wise of me to learn
      Cleansing. In case it should be of need to me /again/."
Konstantin coughs.
Eyes narrow thinly and stare at Konstatin for a moment, before Artemis slowly
      nods. "Every Garou should know that Ritual. It would help out in the long 
      run."
Fights-For-Hope gives a low rumble, something that could easily be taken for
      laughter with the Get's gently shaking body at Cutter's words. ~Before 
      you run off hijacking teachers, Cutter... I hope to be finished with this 
      challenge sooner then later.~
Konstantin shoots a fabulous winning smile back at the Black Fury. He hangs
      just off Cutter's shoulder a little bit behind him.
Cutter doesn't appear to hear Fights. Or not yet. "Please let me know when
      you're available. If it would help, let me give you my number."
Artemis flexes her fingers slowly, releasing a series of loud cracking and pops
      through her knuckles, staring at Konstan, before Cutter's words draw her 
      back. "I do not have a phone. I live at the Fury house currently, and I 
      can be found here on the Bawn. Currently I am teaching a number of Garou 
      the way of the bow, and Trevor to bind spirits. He is an adept learner 
      and should be finished soon in a few nights. I will teach you next."
Guards-Flame continues to watch the going ons, glancing about from time to
      time, before deciding to lumber about the Caern.
Joshua stands back up, Salem having left. Carefully, the Glabro brow peers in
      among the bodies, looking for the familiar Gaian Elder... spying her, he 
      slowly makes his way on over to her, ~Guards-The-Flame-Rhya~ He calls 
      after her softly.
Cutter says "Excellent. Then I will come looking for you. My thanks."
Shifting down to the homid form, Alicia turns around to regard the Glass
      Walker, nodding to him.
Ashley nods her head towards him. "I thank you as well. It is good to know some
      are eager to learn here. I was afraid I'd have to hunt down students."
Joshua bows his baldish head, not looking to the Elder directly. ~Days ago, you
      offered to teach of a rite of contrition and apology... I was wondering, 
      perhaps, if Rhya was still willing to teach it. To... better things 
      between me and Scar-Rhya...~
Fights-For-Hope sits, silently now, his mood still agitated from the dealings
      of the moot.
Atcen eventually gets up and wanders out of the caern, scrambling up and out of
      the caern.