Surrender now and save yourself the hardship.”
Draven smirked as the villagers looked around in panic, letting loose a low growl to scare them further. Ignoring the stares she strode to the bar and addressed the innkeeper,
“Oh protector of travelers and keeper of joy in this village of Wealdstone, I, the humble Eshenesra, offer my services as a speaker of the Seventh language of Divinity in return for a hot meal and protection from the elements.”
The innkeeper in return blinked in surprise, not used to being addressed in such a manner he replied with all the airs of formality he could muster
“Greetings, uh, Eshenesra. Xxnx The only type of werewolf that would require a proper binding was a venerable werewolf, but those had been hunted wherever they popped up, and now most werewolves didn’t survive past the young stage. To pass the time he examined the
