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A final resounding minor chord from Leporello's harp fluttered through the boisterous crowd as the rabbit bard walked into the boisterous tavern from the odorous, packed streets of Selevea. No one seemed to notice his entrance as everyone seemed to be occupied with their reckless gambling and drunken dancing, which garnered a sigh of relief from his lips as he walked over to a table in the far corner, his harp slung haphazardly behind his back. The moon in the night sky was full, and he was in a foul enough mood as it was; the last thing he needed was to get dragged into a set of reels and jigs with the horribly out-of-tune fiddler they had sawing away by the bar. 

With a sigh, he silently signaled for a rather distressed waitress and quickly ordered the cheapest whiskey they carried in back, plopping a pile of coin in her hand as he took the whole bottle when she came back. While getting drunk was almost impossible for the moon spirit, alcohol was about the only thing that he knew of which would make the night go by faster...

Eckhart_Von_Musel

After nearly three weeks of traveling, Eckhart had finally made it to Selevea. He was hoping to find a book on life magic that he hadn't read yet, because no matter what spellbooks he used Eckhart couldn't seem to learn any new healing spells. Every library he had been to seemed to have the same, limited selection. Eckhart really didn't want to believe that he had no powers apart from stopping bleeding and healing flesh wounds, so he was- unfortunately- going to have to check the black markets.

First, however, he needed to find a place to eat. Eckhart hadn't had a hot meal in weeks, and the smells of the city reminded him just how hungry he was. He finally found a tavern called "The Hungry Tarrasque" which seemed to be within his small budget, and he was surprised to find that it was completely packed. After scanning the building for an open seat, he spotted a table at the far end occupied by a single... person? It was too small and hairy to be a human, and dwarves didn't have ears that big. "What the hell is that thing?" he thought to himself, before the seemingly obvious answer hit him in the face. "Hang on, there's a full moon tonight. It must be some sort of were-beast."

Hoping that he didn't look entirely out of place in a rough and tumble place like this, Eckhart walked over to the table and sat down. Flashing a nervous smile towards the odd looking creature, he tried his hardest not to sound timid. "Um, sorry, I can't find any other seats. I hope you don't mind."

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