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((It's the three day deadline, and I don't want to break my own rules, so . .))
"Hmm... well then I guess we will just follow his nose." Fei'eth said with a laugh. Faust turned to look at the Hieme, missing the girl's introduction. The blacksmith patted his wolf and said, "You are more than welcome to join me, would be nice to have some conversation with dinner." He mounted the wolf and leaned down to whisper something into the animal's ear. The wolf started off at a slow pace, "This way, if you want to join me." Fei'eth called back.
Faust paused and looked back at the girl, "A pleasure." he said quickly, nodding his head. He turned and jogged after Fei'eth, "I appreciate the invitation." he said. "And besides," he laughed, "It will be easier to get in if they know you have a wolf that may become very angry should you be denied a table." he looked around slowly, attempting to pick out a tavern amongst the wooden buildings. One stood out: A tall building of thick, dark wood with a stone foundation and a towering smokestack. Black plumes of smoke poured up, spreading the pleasing scent of cooking meat. Faust pointed to the building, "I think that is where we should be heading."
"Hmm... well then I guess we will just follow his nose." Fei'eth said with a laugh. Faust turned to look at the Hieme, missing the girl's introduction. The blacksmith patted his wolf and said, "You are more than welcome to join me, would be nice to have some conversation with dinner." He mounted the wolf and leaned down to whisper something into the animal's ear. The wolf started off at a slow pace, "This way, if you want to join me." Fei'eth called back.
Faust paused and looked back at the girl, "A pleasure." he said quickly, nodding his head. He turned and jogged after Fei'eth, "I appreciate the invitation." he said. "And besides," he laughed, "It will be easier to get in if they know you have a wolf that may become very angry should you be denied a table." he looked around slowly, attempting to pick out a tavern amongst the wooden buildings. One stood out: A tall building of thick, dark wood with a stone foundation and a towering smokestack. Black plumes of smoke poured up, spreading the pleasing scent of cooking meat. Faust pointed to the building, "I think that is where we should be heading."