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The One-Eyed Wolf Tavern
Flames dance merrily within the great fireplace and the smell of roasting meat tickles the nostrils and stirs up appetite. Heavy tankards of ale are filled and the calls for stronger drink have begun to arise from a corner or two. On a night when nature itself seems ill at ease, few things are more natural than the seeking of comfort in the sounds and smells and sights of a tavern. Those who have come this night find a ready good fellowship with each other in their common seeking after pleasant distraction from troubling uncertainty. It is busy this night, as busy perhaps as those first nights following the arrival of that Silverfall fellow when the curious arrived soon after and in great numbers. The tavern keeper smiles, for a night so busy as this betokens a morrow of counting the profits of very full coffers.
No one hears the muted growling or the swift slamming shut of doors and shutters on the other side of the street. The frightful noise of panicked horses in the stables is the first sign that something is wrong. Tankards are set down and men rise from their chairs not knowing to what they may be responding. A great crash sounds in the kitchen area and is punctuated by the screaming of cooks and servants. Even as all heads turn to look in this direction, an angry snarl sounds from the other side of the oaken doors of the tavern’s main entrance. Suddenly these doors shatter to splinters which fly inward and a great wolflike creature, a creature seemingly more dead than alive, bounds into the common room.
In the kitchen the screaming has stopped, but a low and angry growling can be heard.
ooc: Any character needed for the plot or important in the One-Eyed Wolf’s history had best be posted to safety. The banewolves are quite likely the most evil creatures presently in the game and even servants of the Mage cannot count on safety in their presence.
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