"Scotch is always welcome.  And I wouldn't worry too much about the two by the fire.  They look like two predators sizing each other up, but if one of them has their way, the predation will take place in a bedroom upstairs."  Nathan gave Abia a smirk.  He recognized that in the body language of the woman.  Deciding he'd looked at them too long, he turned back to Abia.  He'd heard the two men at the end of the bar talking about a monster seen outside the village.  Maybe that was why the man in the bearskin was here.  "What kind of monster was it?" he asked just out of idle curiosity.<br/><br/>"It looked like a giant bear," the man replied.<br/><br/>"NO!  It was a giant wolf," the other man argued.<br/><br/>"Well, has this monster done any harm?" Nathan asked, just making polite conversation.<br/><br/>"Not yet, but a beast that big can't be good to have lurking at the edge of the village."<br/><br/>Nathan nodded, letting the conversation drop.  The last monster he'd hunted had been a giant bear.  And upon killing it, he'd found out it was a man cursed to become a bear during a full moon.  He further found out that the people that had hired him to kill the beast had been responsible for the man's curse.  The man's rivals in town had hired a witch to curse the man in such a manner.  But the curse had gotten out of hand, costing the lives of some of those who had hired the witch.  To Nathan, their deaths were poetic justice.  But he was still enraged that they had used him to clean up the mess they'd made.  He hadn't hunted a monster since then.  Witches were a different matter.