Entering the tavern, you immediately notice the overly large figure of Ulfarr, covered in white fur and sporting huge ram horns, sitting at the bar. The tavern is silent, its patrons wary, except for a single child crying as she is hysterically shushed by her mother. The goat-wolf man is sipping his drink in resignation when you slide into the stool beside him, causing his ears to perk in your direction and drawing a curious glance. With a smile, he slides an extra ale over. For your bravery.
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