| A nondescript merchant enters the Inn, he scans the clientele before moving over to the bar where he orders the house red. Taking a seat at the bar he turns towards the room taking small measured sips.
As Grabhar slams the stump of antler down at the bar he listens with interest continueing to sup.
"Interested in ending these were-beasts master hunter?" He asks enquiringly. "I have some minor magical talent and would be interested in joining forces with someone who can provide the brawn. We might also consider seeking out some other skilled personages to augment our abilities." | 
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