A. Amos is familiar with wendigo, having met them before. Under...more furious circumstances than this, and while he regrets the lack of incendiary grenades and high-powered military-grade automatic rifles, well, he comforts himself with the fact that this time, he's a little more likely to stay all in one piece.

If he's lucky.

For the most part, he's been staying very quietly indoors, in the ground-floor apartment of the first tower. But not all his supplies can last, and there are people out there who need help and protection...

B. Amos moves through the streets of Hadriel quietly, carefully. He touches on the minds of the jabberjays near: a few of them give him a quick "look" at the streets ahead when he asks. His habit of leaving food out for them has definitely helped relations there: not all of them are inclined to help even that little but some...yes.

He's armed still with a bow and arrows, because it's his only long-range weapon, and he is not facing down a wendigo with only his knives. But he's got a lighter in his pocket, so if anyone can give him a good fuel source, he can certainly contribute to setting things on fire.

C: Well, it's not gasoline, but the high-proof alcohol in the bottle will have to do. Amos is armed and ready, and more than willing to hand out surprisingly professional mercy-killing for those who ask.