DARK IS THE NIGHT

You are Samuel Charleston, Order of Hunters. In your youth, you were a superb Hunter, your speed, accuracy and ability to anticipate the movements of your prey was second to none. But now you have grown old, you are in your mid 50's and you're finding it increasingly difficult to get your body to move like it once did.
You live in a rural area, surrounded mostly by dense woods and a few friendly neighbors. You've come to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this land and have been thinking of just hanging up your gun and tools and slipping into retirement...
But then tragedy strikes. 
A small Squad of Neophytes is attacked by a single Werewolf, one whose fur they said was pure white. Two of the young Adepts are killed outright, three more are seriously injured. When the news reaches you it comes as a relief, you feel this is God calling you to one last, great hunt. For you are probably one of the few knowledgeable enough to understand the significance of a White Werewolf. 
Taking up your gun and hunting coat, you jump into your jeep and head out. 
=== Actions: ===
Check The Weather
Speak With The Local Regent
Head To The Sight Of The Attack