Lori Tapan, tired and thirsty from the long road, ties her wolf to a post next to the tavern. Sorry, Howler, but they probably don't allow your kind in there. True to his name, the wolf howl softly and lowers his head. Remember what happened last time when I insisted? I'd rather not have a repeat. Just be a good wolf and stay. I'll get you a treat.

She enters the bar, and notices the gnome tuning his bagpipes. This better be good. She climbs on a high stool by the bar, and orders a pitcher of beer and some nuts.