As Dorthon entered the village the pain in his arm slowly subsided. He grunted with relief as he  began going to the various stalls in the village, selling the dried meats, the leathers he even sold some fruits he found in the forest. He was on his way back out when realized he did it again. Since Dorthon hated places with lots of people he forgot he still had to deliver to the bar. "Damn it" he sighed in his deep gruff voice.<br/><br/>Dorthon opened the door to the bar and luckily there wasn't as many people as he thought. As he walked to the bar his heavy hoofs made a dull thud on the stone floor and his chain boots clinked as he walked. He placed the bag of meats on the bar and looked at the bar man.<span style="font-style: italic">Never seen him around ... i guess more changed during winter than i thought</span>he thought to himself. "Bar keep ... I have a Delivery" He sat a ways down the bar trying to avoid contact with the two women who were also sat there.<br/><br/>As he waited for the bar man he glanced at the girls, something was off. The pain in his arm niggled and nagged at him. It wasn't because of the pain. no he could tell there was something different about them,<span style="font-style: italic"> but what?</span>