Julin
There were few things in this world that were as enjoyable as a cold mug of ale after a night of running around as a bipedal wolf monster.
A single sip was enough to wash out the taste of blood in your mouth, and the whole mug was nearly enough to make you forget about the whole incident entirely. Well, usually, depending on how much the wolf had eaten the night before and the strength of the Ale. Regardless, it was still fantastic, and Jorg found himself enjoying it more than he usually did.
He wasn't exactly sure why, though it might have had something to do with the fact that he'd gotten it for free. The owner of this Tavern had been troubled by a particular ruffian, and before he'd found a table Jorg had accidentally tripped the man into a table.
Violence wasn't always the best course of action, but on this occasion...well there was no excuse he'd really just wanted to do it. A smile touched his lips as he looked at the little stain of blood where the man had fallen, the ale sliding down his throat.
Things were good.
He didn't know what could possibly go wrong at this point.
There were few things in this world that were as enjoyable as a cold mug of ale after a night of running around as a bipedal wolf monster.
A single sip was enough to wash out the taste of blood in your mouth, and the whole mug was nearly enough to make you forget about the whole incident entirely. Well, usually, depending on how much the wolf had eaten the night before and the strength of the Ale. Regardless, it was still fantastic, and Jorg found himself enjoying it more than he usually did.
He wasn't exactly sure why, though it might have had something to do with the fact that he'd gotten it for free. The owner of this Tavern had been troubled by a particular ruffian, and before he'd found a table Jorg had accidentally tripped the man into a table.
Violence wasn't always the best course of action, but on this occasion...well there was no excuse he'd really just wanted to do it. A smile touched his lips as he looked at the little stain of blood where the man had fallen, the ale sliding down his throat.
Things were good.
He didn't know what could possibly go wrong at this point.