Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190124223019

Hate lumbered his way over to the fireplace. He shook the water from his fur and thenlaid himself to rest in front of it, curling up in a half circle to get as much warmth as possible on his fur, huffing all the while.

When Ylva approached the big beast he cast a quizzical glare up at her with one eye open. "Lugn", she told him. "Stanna där."

He did as he was instructed and stayed put, but if any two-leg intended to disturb his rest, they'd need a damn good reason to do so.

Ylva then approached the counter of the bar, eyeing the barman. "You don't happen to serve any... uhm... mead up in these parts?"

Most unlikely, she reflected. All the more since honey was rare to come by. Not exactly a lot of bees around, and those that were, were all composed of mutated freaks.