[He suspects, with the way the war has gone, that if the professor who had been brought here had led the Deer, her presence wouldn't have been so... strange. Such is not the case, unfortunately, and isn't pleasant to think about, Claude's right.

The main objective is to get Claude safe and warm, at the moment, though. Something that apparently will be happening soon, if the soft glow of streetlights appearing at the edge of the trees is any indication.]

It is. And some people I never thought I'd see again.

[Don't worry, Claude. He'll voice that morbid thought for you.]

It's hard to tell what it wants from us. No one seems to know how or why we were chosen, [Preemptively answering that question...] but the coven believes we can help mitigate the effects of this... blight on the world they're calling the Cwyld.