Jonas frowns at Logan's words. Signaling the waitress, he orders four ales and four bowls of the stew he can smell cooking over the fire.

"Anything for the rest of you?" he quips. The weak jest gets no response, however, in the somber ambience of the tavern.

Sighing, he looks to the Goliath brothers. "Sounds more like your expertise than mine, my friends, but that seems strange behaviour for a wolf. We don't often see them this close to the village, let alone a solitary wolf daring to attack groups of humans.

"Might it be something else?"