The Old One faced the open window stroking the cat nestled in his arms.
"War is coming," he said, seemingly to the cat before turning to face the couple standing behind him.
They said nothing in response. Like many before them, they had failed to appreciate the strength of the Pack.
"I can keep the body count low . . . " he said w a long pause before adding, " . . . but it will require a peaceful gesture".
"Anything, I'll do anything", the man said quickly in desperation.
The Old One smiled.
"You will simply need to sit here and share a drink w me . . . "
"Gladly", the man responded.
"Your witch however . . . ", and she made eye contact w him for the first time since entering the room in defeat, " . . . made many disparaging remarks about the Pack . . . and attempted many unpleasant spells . . . she will need to . . . how shall I say it . . . 'earn' their forgiveness".
The cat - her familiar - leapt from the Old One's arms and began to stroll to the open door.
"Follow the cat . . . ", he said before pausing again, " . . . naked".