Ace tended to drink alone anyways. He had never been much of a social wolf, even if he was such an important figure in his race, and so he sat near the edge of the room after he entered. Despite his imposing, almost terrifying appearance, he managed to keep himself as inconspicuous as he could while he found a place to sit. His weight made the wooden bench creak as he slowly lowered himself onto it, and he gave a satisfied sigh.<br/><br/>The barmaid, famed as she was, would be with him soon, he hoped. He had a long few weeks of traveling from tribe to tribe; it had been mating season, and blood ran high. His services had been well funded and wanted everywhere there had been a conflict, and that had been at a lot of places. Unfortunately, with his mobile nature, he hadn't managed to draw anything of it for himself, and he had finished the season with a disgruntled feeling of being unfulfilled. Perhaps here, such a place, could help...correct that.