{{you introduced and integrated the character, providing context and motivation...a wonderful first post :3 I liked the bit about the theives}}<br/><br/><br/>The barmouse shakes his head.<br/>"Ah, you're just lucky you picked such a friendly joint to burst into. If you pulled that stunt in a den, hell, a little crossbow bolt would be the least of your worries..."<br/><br/>In Boryg, the word "den" refers to a place frequented by predators. Before the winter, they weren't all that different from other taverns, except for the stuffed heads on the walls and the hunters swapping boastful stories. Prey-species patrons were uncommon, but not unwelcome. Recently, however, the word has gained a significantly darker tone. When you mix starvation, alcohol, and fangs, the result is not pleasant. Add to that the influx of lawless characters which have flowed into the city recently--theives, gangsters, and disgruntled refugees--and what happened in Jejuna starts to seem less and less far away.<br/><br/><br/>As Geno travels, he notices that the normally quiet streets are full of activity tonight. He passes a group of armored wolves who eye him menacingly, until he gets closer and they realize he's higher than them on the food chain, at which point they lose interest. A little later, as he is passing over a bridge, he sees and hears another group of mixed predator species loitering undernieth, speaking angrily in hushed voices.<br/><br/>When the dragonfolk finally reaches the edge of Rodenttown, he is greeted by a squard of nervous-looking mice wearing the emblem of the Pact Guard. This is nothing new, he has seen plenty of guardsmen patroling in the past. But this time, there are six of them, and they look anxious. Two of them block his path with halberds, while the other four stand behind with crossbows.<br/><br/>"Stop, you there!" shouts one of the axemen, "State your name and destination!"