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"Thanks, so many new blood makes me nervous, but it's good to have people at my back for a change."

"Nope, my ride broke down on the way home. Anyone got some room for one more?"

"I like the kid, I say we take him with us. Let him see firsthand whether there's werewolves or not. Of course, he better be a good aim or we'll have to save his sorry butt eventually. What say kid up to a little 'waste of time'?"

"Now Harv, what kind of man would I be if I came in here, asking for something to drink and eat, and then turn down a request? Seven hunters ain't returned from this place, and you said something about a castle appearing? This ain't England, I'd say if there's a castle, there's more than werewolves going down."

When Roy addresses Alex, he takes a long drink from the bottle, then looks at the man, "Name's Alex, or Al to my friends or anyone I'm working with. Good to be working with you Roy, more the merrier when it all comes crashing down."

I'm also going to be a multi-class by the time it's done.

You're the academic side of it, with occult lore and such, I'm just a detective style character. Feeling wise, we're two completely different animals so to speak.

He walked in, scanning the crowd as he unslung his backpack from over his jacket. A clank resounded and for the briefest of seconds, he froze watching each face in turn to see if any reacted.

His manner spoke of someone who'd had a long road behind him, the dust caked to him speaking literally, his eyes and scarred face adding a figurative nature as well.

On one arm of his jacket could be seen a faded and ripped emblem that at the very least resembled a police insignia, though the rest of the man screamed off any notion of the man currently being a cop.

Continuing entering after the clanking didn't immediately receive confrontation, he ran a hand through his gray hair which further betrayed that the man had been long removed from society recently, he walked the walk of a man fully aware of his skills to the bar and sat down.

"Give me something to remove this dust from the back of my throat won't ya? Maybe something for the complaints coming from my belly as well? Long distance from here to Michigan, especially after the truck broke down, hitchhiking was hardly fruitful. Good to be what passes for home again."