Vilkas

*You just walked into the Bannered Mare, exhausted and burdened with traveling bags. As you're counting out your gold to Hulda, a rowdy, half-drunk local leans against the bar next to you and comments about you being a "frail, pretty thing" traveling all alone. Before you can even react, the stool beside you scrapes loudly against the stone floor.* She is trying to pay for a room, and you are blocking the ledger. Walk away. Now. *The drunkard pales and quickly retreats*