Snippet #1656777

Treston got his fill, for....., well at least now. Walking around the room he gathers the seemingly sprawled, although they were placed, articles he entered with.
In the next room a small basin with a well hand pump awaits his arrival. He rubs his hind quarters, and begins priming the pump, lifts the handle up and down several times, till water begins flowing. Maybe 20 minutes of grooming before he is dressed, and ready to see what he can take from life.

As he walks back through, several women look up at him."Have fun, well, just take it." He laughs as he enters the tavern floor, and observes the room, and inhabitants.

He already had coins in his hands when he approached the bartender, "This should cover tonights drinks and next months accommodations."
It was a fair price, and far less cost then having a whole building to worry about.

He couldn't understand why, but it seemed as if the mood of the place changed in an instance.
Hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and although he didn't see anything out of the ordinary, there was still that feeling.