It turns out that the kids were being delivered to a tribe of lycanthropes in a Faustian exchange for protection. The shape changers were surprisingly reasonable. However, there was a pair of battleaxe-wielding werebears – Klaus and Gunther – who completely stonewalled us; none of our standard, goofy D&D antics (not even Brother Luck’s) broke their stoic facade.
I can’t remember which person at the table said “their werebear stare” but, after it was said, it had to be drawn.
