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Re: Werewolf Hunter 2/?

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It was a spectacular evening in the town at the foot of the Throat Of The World and Ungahrm Bjadassen, Dovahkiin, was drunk. He wouldn't say he got drunk often... for a Nord. He had Dragonborn business to deal with, of course, but he could afford a night off once in a while, right? A night not wasted though- this time was all honourable work in the name of Dib-... Mara; on arriving in Ivarstead the previous morning, he remembered the lovely bard girl at the inn from his first visit. What kind of Dovahkiin would he be if he didn't greet the lady? Business could wait a day while he paid her the proper respects when she worked that evening.

Okay, two days. It would be better to get rid of the hangover and start fresh the next morning. Can't have the Dragonborn giving a bad impression while on business. Hair-of-the-dog usually helped and to be fair, he wasn't feeling hungover any more. Can't feel hungover while you're drunk, can you?

The door to the tavern opened and in swept an unusually tanned Nord man with pale hair and a clear penchant for the dramatic. He seemed to pose for a second as though allowing the room to survey his entrance, until a tankard flew in his direction and a woman yelled at him to shut the damn door. Ungahrm, who had temporarily forgotten the presence of Temba Wide-Arm, attempted a half-lunge, half-dive-roll to a position of cover behind the fire pit. He did not want to be on the receiving end of another rant about her problem bears. He could take down the bears for her, easily- he was Ungahrm Bjadassen, he slew dragons with naught but his fists! But he thought he'd rather stick with the angry Temba he (unfortunately) knew than succeed in resolving her situation and experiencing her gratitude. He could only imagine, and it made him queasy.

Peering over the stone of the pit, the she-hulk remained safely in the far corner. His woman, though, the sweet Lynly, had left her seat by his to greet this stranger at the door. Ungahrm was not a man to be cuckolded, certainly not before he'd even had a chance to be the... what was a cuckold? Whatever, the Dragonborn was not going to stand for some man with a lute muscling in on his women. Rising impressively to his feet, his towering height and massive frame setting the women of the inn quivering with lust and men trembling in submission, Ungahrm strode intimidatingly over to the pair. Well, he would have done if he wasn't so inebriated.