And behind the ditsy beautiful wizard girl, walks in a huge man. He must easily be twice her weight in a powerful muscled build and 6 inches taller. In front of his annoyed stare is the skull of a woof, a frightening mask. He has blond hair on top of his head and brown hair everywhere else. He wears scattered patches of leather, not near enough to function as armor, and noticibly shows off a horribly scared shoulder. A clawed paw is displayed proudly in the middle of his chest.

The man literally growls towards the young girl, a trait not common even amongst barbarians. He rubs his wolf ears perched above his skull mask. "By Malar's claw, Eleanor, will you now tell me why we are here? You know i hate towns." His eyes dart from patron to patron of the tavern, seeming unwilling to let any movement go unnoticed. With a perception of 15 you can tell his eyes arent simply in shadow, but actually have black 'whites'. The eyes of a wolf.

Some plates clanging causes him to flinch and clench sharp teeth, like the moderate level of noise caused pain.

"You owe me, thats why. Our new party members will be here soon anyway. Then you'll see why we need them." The little girl smirks like she owns the world.

The large man growls again and then flinches at another small bounce of plates. He stares at the man responsible for both occasions and whispers. "I'm gonna kill him."

"You will not." She says as a matter of fact.

The man grunts. "I hate it here."