*Douglas hops off the bed, he slightly yawns and scratch his beard before standing up.*
*Douglas happens to have a jar of moonshine for breakfast, he goes to the fridge for a drink. Opens it and realizes Doughlas of the Fianna is there, shaking his head slightly, he sayeth:*
Oh, you Fianna. Definitely lost the challenge, as the truce you have offered to the Wyrm, have you not?
* Douglas leaves the Fiann into the fridge, planting the Urban Ward in the house incase of any intruders, he calls out for his packmates for a proper banishment.