<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TPDT9Pc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Igor Iron-Bear (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15945743#msg15945743)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Wandering in from the cold<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In Wolf form wearing a backpack of animal hide and carrying a bow and quiver of arrows across his back<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN TO ALL<br/><br/>For whatever was going on in the depths of the Green Lion and whoever was doing it life never stops moving around them. They could be getting hot and heavy as couples are wont to do or simply sitting at a table looking for company and explanation as to why they are where they are. Fate and the ever shifting world cares not, they have their own games to play and couplings to make happen and as the front door of the Inn swung open admitting a bone chilling wind another piece had been dropped onto the board.<br/><br/>Seconds after the door opened an unusual sight entered. Possibly even by the mythical Inn's terms, a creature somewhere between a wolf and a wooly bear entered. It's paws, wide and heavy clacked across the wood floor leaving massive snow prints as it passed. It's legs shorter than it's body mass would indicate, but massively built with muscle shook more snow off its course gray coat. Its abnormally large head and prominent snout lifted up from its shoulders gazing around at the few creatures present. The amber and white eye seeing everything possibly even beyond the realms of normal vision.<br/><br/>It's body followed for good time after it's head was seen. By the time the beast's tail was inside there was no less than six foot of great shaggy wolf between it and the animal's snout. Without missing a beat the wolf reached it back leg out and kicked the door shut it slammed with more force than it likely should've been able to from the angle the wolf kicked it. But most odd off all...the wolf was carrying a heavy hide backpack as well as a large hunting bow and quiver of primitive looking arrows. Giving a simple sneeze in greeting the wolf casually padded his way to the fireplace and shucked out of it's burdens before shaking itself sending bits of snow and ice in all directions. All and all the beast moved with human like ease and watched the world with a keen predator's intellect behind his mismatched eyes. Once the last shreds of winter were removed the wolf stuck his head into the pack and pulled out a bit of carved whale bone. Easily he made his way over to the bar. Were he a man, one could swear he was whistling as he walked as if a giant wolf invading a civilized tavern was an everyday thing. Hopping up onto his hinds legs the beast's heavy paws clacked down upon a bell and dropped the bone upon the counter. Was he...actually asking for service and planning to barter with the scrimshaw he carried? That in and of itself was enough to make many of nameless drunks laugh with amusement, but what happened next choked their laughter in their throats.<br/><br/>The beast spoke...albeit slowly and with a heavy lisp as wolf mouths were not designed by evolution to form words like a man's.<br/>"<em>Privet, ya khochu vypit!</em>" The beast barked in thick Russian. When no one came to him the beast sighed and tried again in another language he hoped someone would know. "Hello, I would be liking drink? Vodka if have." While slightly easier to understand, his words were slow and unrefined. Obviously English was not his first language. His paw bumped the whale bone as well making it thud loudly upon the wooden counter. "I am having no money, but<em>kitovaya kost'</em>is being very valuable. I am assuring you!" He once more shouted out looking behind and around for a server. He contemplated simply jumping the counter and helping himself, but this place stunk of old magic and an even older magic user. And they were always very touchy about thievery.