You ignore the subtle hints to turn away. When a half-hidden trail almost cries out "follow me!" you instead climb up a low slope. And then you smell it: the faint, close reek of death.
You follow the smell to an abandoned ATV half-buried in a snowdrift. A leather glove lies nearby, its back covered in a design you don't recognize: some kind of crowned dragon in…the sun? Almost certainly not Garou. When you turn it over with your snout, the smell of rot hits you. There's still a hand in it. You hastily back away. Speaking of hands, you need them to investigate now more than you need a keen nose. You shield yourself from the wind behind a thick tree trunk, regain your human shape, and hastily dress. Then you return to the glove. Nearby: a .38 revolver, rusted beyond hope of repair, a bronze sword so thick with verdigris that it looks like moss, and a wallet. The wallet has $7, two gas cards, and a card from Banicki Gunworks, which you've already checked out. The wallet also has a Forbes library card with name: Harmonie Palys. If you manage to meet any other Garou here, they might want to know about this. This battle happened at least a few years ago, but you're still able to follow the signs of fighting to the edge of a swamp, where a terrible battle raged.
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