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The wail of the siren made everybody's hearts catch in their chests, we all knew that now was the time to scatter, now was the time to shut ourselves in safety and listen oh so carefully to whatever was soon to crackle over those ever-looming speakers.
I hitched up my pack, and shot a "we'll settle this later." glance towards my young customer before swiftly turning on my heels and heading for the cold, dank safety of my wine cellar.
"Citizens of Newhope!" Grance trilled - following her usual pre-speech staticky intermission. Her voice boomed across the square like an oncoming storm; and in that same old agonising lull, every man, woman and child crouched in the darkness knew that blood would be spilled on this night, in the name of the mighty wolf god.