Tiny once again texts everyone interested in a discussion of the Oath.
He arrives in the railyards in his suit and tie, along with a folding chair and a large thermos full of a hot beverage, along with some mugs. He also has a shopping bag with some snacks and a bottle of sake for the newbie.
The railyards this night are cold and dusty, as they always are. Mounds of earth with decayed weeds and a snarl of disused traintracks line the area of the locus.
He sets up his chair near the locus.
Looking around, he wonders what improvements can be made. He'd have to ask Hector, but certainly a picnic table would not be amiss. Ideally one with some stands for those who wanted to lounge in lupine form to be comfortable. Hmm, maybe more complicated.