Isibeal watches Richard with a slight amusement as he kicks the barrel. Taking note of the missing lid she turns her attention back to Charles. " I plan on staying out here tonight. I want to find out who is hoping to block our way and stop them before they become an issue" she said as she watch Richard walk toward them. .

Between all the excitement in the morning, our fair adventurers hardly notice they are being watched. A fox, roughly the size of a child with it's winter coat beginning to grow sits on it's haunches and stares intently at the shrouded woman and blonde man. Head tilted and whimpering slightly as if asking for food.

Charles stops before entering the stable, hearing a soft whimpering coming from somewhere nearby. He looks around for the sound's maker, and eventually notices a small fox who seems quite hungry. Charles smiles a small bit, kneels, and beckons the creature to him while looking over to Isibeal.

"Think you could get this little one some meat? As winter fast approaches, this one will need the warmth of new fat."

The fox, being beckoned approaches cautiously just outside of arms reach and sits on its haunches again. A strikingly intelligent face looks between the two and again cocks it's head in mock confusion.

Isibeal crouches down and slowly reaches into a pouch at her side. She withdrew two large strips of dried meat. She tossed one out to the fox to see if she might earn it's trust to come closer.

Charles smiled at this act of kindness, and looked towards the fox with a friendly face.

The fox stands on it's hind legs and catches the end of the dried meat as it goes slightly overhead. Falling back to all fours, it gives a twirl, and begins to prance around the corner of the alleyway. As it starts to round said corner it stops with ears perked and darts back to the two generous mann and hides behind them as two massive creatures come after it slowly.

They seem to be mumbling to each other in a deep, low guttural noise. The beasts that appear had the heads of wolfs and broad bodies draped in some leathers and thick fur cloaks. The largest of the two was a good two heads taller than either Charles or Isibeal and the shorter one was still around a head and a half taller.

The larger one made an articulate growl at the fox whom raised it's hackles and chewed greedily on its dried meat...

A tan, teenage boy with intricately woven black tattoos covering his torso and arms trudges into the tavern, holding blood drenched knives in his makeshift gloves. He sits down alone at a table by the wall and cuts another scar into his right shoulder.

A slight young man, slightly alarmed at the bloodied teenager who just dropped down at his table, once again cursed his infallible luck of going unnoticed. Adjusting his low brimmed hat and tugging on his sleeveless jerkin, the young man cleared his throat, catching the bloodied teen by surprise.

"You ... you seem as if you could use the help of someone who knows their way around a roll of bandages," the young man said, doing his best not to stutter, "I wrap you up and you tell me a story. and we can have ourselves a few drinks to numb your pain and ease my worries over someone walking in as if they were the recently risen."

Isibeal tilted her head as she watched the fox turn the corner and stop. She watched it hackles rise and walked slowly over to it.Her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

The large creature sees Isibeal rest her hand on her weapon and starts to chuckle. It grows into a deep belly laugh.

"It looks like little Ulf made friends Ha HA," he bellows in common as the Brudvir reveals himself by pulling down his wolf cloak hood.

He grabs the fox by it's scruff and holds it like a baby tickling and playing with it's belly as it yips playfully and nibbles at his hand. "My name is Hakon Ulfsson and this," he points to the other, still cloaked, figure, "is my son and heir Hastings. Is this the Rooster and Kitten tavern?"

The mann has raven black hair and a thick beard braided and beaded in a simple but intricate manner. He is broad in every dimension and a thick, old scar runs from his left cheekbone back to his ear.

Isibeal studied Hakon and his soon for a moment before replying. " Yes this is the Roster and Kitten Tavern"she said her eyes studying the scar that ran along the Hakon's left cheek

" I'm Isibeal De'Franco and my companion is Charles Faun" she said as the motioned to Charles who stood close behind her. She eased her grip on her sword slightly feeling as the two before her were not a foe.

" Is this little one a friend of yours" she pointed to the little fox Hakon held craddled in his arms.