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Grabhar kareens maniaclly through the gloomy Cedar woods, the strong smell of blood spurning him after the wounded buck he has been tracking for miles. His wings beating furiously, the trees begin to thin as as he approaches a clearing and sails upward above the canopy to prepare for the final diving strike and dinner. The buck is breathlessly charging headlong toward the opening at the edge of the opening when Grabhar sees a flash of yellow and a spray of blood shower the edge of the clearing. Grabhar's left eye twitches. The echo of the deer's scream is still echoing through the suddenly silent woods as he glides down to see if the beast left him anything at all.

The enraged spearsage doesn't even change into his disguise from his forest greens barely folding up his wings, he is so disgusted at the situation, as he pushes open the doors to the inn and stalks in with his crysm tipped spear in one hand and a bloody broken antler in the other. "How is a man supposed to feed himself with all these pesky were-beasts galavanting around the woods? Just look at this!" He slams the antler down on the bar, actually sticking it into the wood. "All thats left of the 12 pointer I had been tracking all day, and now what is it? A toothpick for a man with an empty stomach. Give me an ale and a haunch of whatevers turning on the spit back there barkeep." He tosses a couple grimey sivler coins on the bar and broods until his drink arrives. Fuming as he looks at the freshly broken horn...