conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jallorn: Marshal finds himself in a human town after a long hard journey.  Finding a bar, he settles down to have a good drink, when, with a loud scuffle, five armed and armored men, accompanying a very finely dressed woman, enter the bar.  Marshal can't help but look as she scans the crowd, most of them looking at her.  He is astounded by the poise she manages to hold amidst the smell of the place.  Abruptly, she points in Marshal's direction, saying something to the men, who begin to push their way in the direction of her finger.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diabolical: Marshal sighs and runs towards the door trying to outmanoeuvre his chasers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jallorn: Many of the patrons assume Marshal is the target as he does, and begin to clear away, but only one of the armed men looks at Marshal, and he just gives him a weird look.  The men gather around a man who had been seated near Marshal, and when one of the men places a gauntlet covered hand on their target's shoulder, he starts screaming and yelling.  A blow to the head renders him unconscious and silent.  The five men exit, carrying the last one.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diabolical: Marshal completely confused stops and sits back in his seat contemplating what just happened.    
  
  That was weird, I wonder whats going on. 
  
  Marshal then calls for the barkeeper.
  
  "Who where they?" He asks pointing in the direction the men left.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jallorn: Cops.  The lady accused the man of something.  Need another drink?   Abruptly, several wolves howl and everyone in your immediate vicinity looks visibly disturbed.
  
  A man about twenty feet away from you stands up on his table.  Many look at him, though several immediately return to their drinks,  Look at us, living in fear of a bunch of animals!  I say we go out there and kill them! 
  
  Someone in the crowd calls back,  It's not safe, these are no ordinary wolves, they even got Lanam, and he was the best hunter in town. 
   Fine, be cowards, but me and mine are going hunting tonight.  If you want to prove yourselves men, then join us. 
  
  Several men throughout the bar stand, one of them notices you,  Hey Inick, there's a halfling over here, I bet he could help,  the man calls out.  The first man jumps off the table and immediately heads towards you.  Before long, there are a group of men surrounding you, all of them wearing curious faces.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Diabolical: Marshal with the thirst for battle burning in his eyes stands up downing the last of his drink. "Im ready." He then continues to load his crossbow and put it back in its holster. "Here boy" He says snapping his fingers, he then mounts his riding dog.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jallorn: Actually, I'm afraid that due to a couple things, one of them being a lot on my plate right now, I'm not able to DM for you.  I'd be glad to give a replacement DM you might find everything I've come up with for this campaign however.