"...The hell?"<br/><br/>He unpulled his ears, and then looked around, before shaking his head. "Note to self: apparently, making fun of someone is okay, jokingly using spells on them, not so much."<br/><br/>Still shaking his head, he slid down the rope after leaving a note about going hunting again, and then headed out of the tavern, for one of the clearings where he could safely shapechange without causing a mass panic. He spent the morning hunting, and returned for lunch to see if anyone was around or had left any letters for him.