Hate Plague Madness!

It was, for once, a quiet night.  Having left Hope in Hudson's more than capable hands, along with Nashville, Tachi, and the beasts, the other Gargoyles of Castle Wyvern had taken wing, as a pack.  Goliath and Elisa.  Brooklyn and Katana.  Broadway and Angela.  And Lexington.  Poor, unattached Lexington. 

It was part celebration, part patrol.  For all intents and purposes, it looks to be a quiet night.

This is, of course, quiet wrong.