A 7 foot tall beastkin with brown fur and the features of a wolf walks into the tavern and starts heading to one of the tables on the side of the room. About half way there he stops and sniffs the air before walking directly up to the hooded figure at the bar.

“Excuse me for intruding but you’re new in town, yes?” He leans on the bar with one arm. “I’m not usually nosy like this but I’ve seen Beastkin getting confused for werewolves more than usual lately and I’m not one to let someone face that alone.”

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