The rain crescendos and lightning crashes once more, the door to the Hanged Man once again swings open as the thunder rolls in. A lithe hand can be seen holding the door open, as a sandy colored dog struts into the tavern and shakes out. Patrons dash out of the way, a few call out
Hey! Watch it! Following the dog is the elf who had opened the door to begin with.
His studded leather is dripping wet, and the staff he holds clacks against the floor with the sound of fine craftmanship. His gait is strong and confident, like a stallion among colts. Though he watches his companion, there is an aura about the elf that says he could just as easily sense the flit of a mosquito's wing in the rafters. He makes no apologies for his dogs nature, instead he props the door open with his staff.
Nate. says the elf simply.
Grinding is heard, then what seems to be a rust covered metal giant enters. It looks timid, almost afraid, but also remorseful. The creatures face is covered, and a cloak obscures most of it's body. The parts that are visible look as if they have old dark brown stains on them, not rust, something else entirely... Blood maybe? The creature gives the Hanged Man's patrons a wide berth, standing closer to the elf than anyone else.
Kru.. Kaarooo... Corey... says the machine made unliving.
The elf doesn't step away from the door still, and something fills the framework, something hairy. Upon further examination it seems to be a very large dire wolf, with two heads, carefully crawling into the tavern. Once inside, it is apparent that it is actually two creatures, a wolf-like man, on a dire wolf. Both begin shaking vigorously,
AH! WHAT?! WHY?! screams the earlier patron, having just gotten himself dry from the dogs splashing. Several other patrons reflexively cover the tops of their tankards.
Kamotz, and because I'm wet. says the shifter, as if that were explanation enough. The elf releases the door, holding his staff close, watching Kamotz carefully.
She'll be fine barkeep, kind of. Maybe you should have her trained at the Temple of Lauto, having a healer in here wouldn't hurt anything. Kamotz turns to Corey,
Lucky that other one found her early. I still need to talk with him about all the property damage he caused in there though. Can't just go wrecking up places if you want to be here. The shifter looks around the tavern with interest, hoping to spot The Cursed One.
Did you apologize to the barkeep yet? asks the heavily armored shifter of the construct.
After this, straight to the Temple to arrange penance.