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The man glanced over at the woman to his left, then back to the unconscious ma on the floor. With a small shrug, Nox went back to his water, his face kept impassive.

He was processing varying information displayed about. Great thing about being a lycanthrope, was that your senses in your human form were enhanced. He could smell the ale and mead on the breathes of those around him, hear a couple upstairs enjoying themselves...and something happening in the kitchen, apparently.

The scent of something else...it didn't smell decayed, but, smelled of...not-death. Undead, as it were....a mix of...he couldn't quite place it. It was odd...but not really his business. Nox just gave a mental shrug and pushed it out of his mind...

"Hey...you....you...bruise-hair..." The voice was slurred, indicating what is more than likely drunken rabble. He continued to ignore the man, sipping his water. He reached into his recently acquired coin pouch, pulled out more than enough for the water, and set it in front of the innkeep.

"H-hey! -Hic- I'm...I'm talkin' t' you..." A hand clapped down on his shoulder. The grip was slightly harsh, but the way the cloth of his cloak molded around the callouses told him it was either a farmer or a warehouse worker.

Nox finished his water and pushed the mug away, then turned to the man, meeting his drunken, clouded eyes with clear ones. The drunkard's orbs widened, and he backed up a bit.

"H-hey, you're a W-Werewolf!''

...well, shit.

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Echion's eyes were drawn from his book to the altercation at the bar...and the alertion of everyone to the, apparent, werewolf. He could see fact in the exclamation, though; the man moved like a wolf, predatory. Even just sitting down, there was a supernatural air.

Elves and wolves did get along, but werewolves were usually twisted and cruel. He reached for his sword and towershield, bringing them a bit closer just in case...