Roscoe nods. "She plays guitar in a band called Saint Homunculus," he says. "My partner, Fornam, normally handles their shows, but I hear that they'll play Hog Throne if it reopens."
"I hope you're not looking for a donation to reopen, uh, Hog Throne."
"Okay, this is important: is it a throne for hogs or a throne made of hogs?"
"Great, so how do I get it to reopen?" By punching someone, I hope, rather than sending out fundraising emails.
"Is Fornam one of the Three Families? Are you? I'm still trying to put everything together."
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"I'm not telling you this as a warmup to making you work," Roscoe says. "Hog Throne doesn't need your help, Matulo. It lost its original location, but there's good news: Hog Throne is coming back as a traveling venue. You should sign up for their emails so you can catch Nin when her band is playing."
That's exactly what you're looking for. You start to make plans to attend a show and meet Nin.
"I hate to say it, after what they did to us," Roscoe muses, "but it's good to have some werewolves around again. My knowledge is at your disposal, Matulo. I've been organizing shows since the '80s. If you want to learn about promotion, venue programming, spotting talent, anything like that, I'm here."
"How much?"
"That's great, but I'm not sure a Garou needs to know how to put on a show."
"That sounds great. Tell me what you know!"
"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind. But I have more to do today."
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