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(It's fine. I'll still talk to you though? You're cool.)

(They can. Ulven can still speak English in wolf form)

(Garjzla, time to hunt them?)

Aphoryllo nodded, and replied "If you're ready to, so am I. There's a chunk of cash on the line I don't intend to lose."

Aphoryllo said "If you want to. But mark my word i pay next, is that understood? And if the answer is no, then I may fight a woman for the first time." He grinned sheepishly.

Aphoryllo smiled, and declared "I don't fight women, lucky for you."

Aphoryllo smirked back, and decided to ask "You trying to challenge the one and only Aphoryllo, mighty Navanet."

Aphoryllo nodded and grabbed his whiskey, and nodded, agreeing "That makes sense."

Aphoryllo, who had short term memory loss when it came to losing, completely forgot what had just happened. He answered, in no changed voice "When I was a boy, I used to have a friend that was secretly Ulven. My sister liked teasing others, she always did, and one day he couldn't contain his...

(They can talk in English)

Aphoryllo flirted slightly "You might not be a lady, but you're really pretty." He called the bartender and ordered a beer and a whiskey. He then returned his attention to her.

Aphoryllo smiled back, pleased she had said yes. He asked, with a certain charm to his simple question, "And what would the madam murderer like to drink?"

Aphoryllo chuckled, and replied "I guess we are." He asked "Want something to drink?" He thought about her question, and replied "Well, we're half-bird, so we can patrol the forest from above, locate the old mutt, and kill him in his sleep." He made sure to keep his voice low, not that it really...

The man nodded. Aphoryllo stood up and headed out for the main area of the tavern for a drink, hoping Ashanti would follow, so he could invite her to something.

(Nope, hate HArry Potter. Chose a random word.) Aphoryllo grinned as he looked down at the table. Of all the people he could've been paired with, it was her. He was about to stand up, when the man said "This is the first target. Old wolf. He needs to go, he's killed many of us. Name's Greymane."

The man sat down with the two and whispered "Your job is easy. Quit your current jobs, and simply kill all Ulven in sight. Your salary: 1000 Quiditch for each kill. For both of you." Aphoryllo's eyes lit up. He had no real occupation other than stealing, and now he would get paid for killing...

Four others stood. The man nodded, and suggested "You six will be split into pairs of three." He nodded, happy with his decision, and added, "Your efforts will be rewarded with salary." He instantly pointed at the first two, and bid the leave with another Vepsen, and did the same with the second...

The speaker then asked hopefully "Any friendly Navenets that help the commoner avaibable." Aphoryllo stood up confidently, a bit proudly.

Aphoryllo noticed her, and nodded her way. He turned his attention as the speakers began talking. The first speaker, a man in his forties, began by clearing his throat. "Townspeople, we are all here to discuss the upcoming violence from the abominations that most of us call Ulven. It has come to...

Aphoryllo and thirty other individuals sat by candlelight in the back of the tavern. Three Vepsen leaders were standing, ready to declare their speech. The rest of the congregation sat on Woden chairs and stools around the room, the door still open for other people.