The warriors has there walls, the mages has there books, but outside in the wild is were i belong.

Place: At the taveren in Firewood
Weather: Its a bit cold, but its clear skies.
Enviorments: a lot of other people
Time: its around the evening.
P a white shirt and a couple of brown troussers
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The sound of music could you here as soon as you got in the taveren, like always the smell of alchol tobaco ect were not to miss. People had like always in a taveren a good time, not that, had a changed on what ever Ethan was gonna do for once he acutaly just chilled, not trying to make something out of anything he were just having a nice tim too chill, and then he need something from the city before he left agian. He never liked being in citys or on the other side of walls outside in the wilds that was were he belonged even, though he could be in a city but to be truely free himself. He needed to be outside citys like the warriors and knights had there walls, magicke had books, but outside in the wilds that, was were he belonged.

He got a drink inside the taveren were after, he listen around him, if anyone would start something he would help, but until then he was just minding his own bussines. He took the beer, and took a sip of it, while he looked around, his ears was open, and thats how he heard that one person, were in trouble,
[b"you cheated, giv me my money,"[/b] it came from a werewolf there, the person could not say anything other than, "sorry, but i did not."

The first thing Ethan heard, when it sounded like there was gonna be a fight was sight, "you really should not play with people if you cant stand to lose, dog." It came a bit cooky from him.

P: smokegrey dress that reaches the floor. A shawl that hides her shoulders and a couple of rings on her hand.

Angelica was not one of the normal women in the city - she loved it there. She belonged with the streetrats, and she felt more compfortable there than with the more fortunate people of Angerforge District, where she grew up.
Being one of the girls to serve the ale at the tavern, she was used to the harsh tone from the guests - but not like the man that just called a werewolf 'dog'.
She walked directly to Ethan, at looked at him with a frustrated glare.
''I'm so sorry sir, please, let me find you a more pleasant seat. Away from the nosey and cocky guests.'' she said, to the werewolf, as she gently grapped the werewolf by the hand, and lead him to a more secluded part of the tavern, where he could drink his ale in peace.
She returned to Ethan, swiftly.
''Excuse me sir, but since when did we allow other guests to interfere with our business?'' she asked, rather fiesty. She was one lille poprock, with a bad temper at times. Ethan had passed into her area, and she didn't like the fact that he tried to handle a brawl-in-the-making, since that was her job.
''By the way, can I get you anything? A fresh goblet of ale, perhaps? On the house, ofcourse.'' she said, with a little smile. Customers happiness before her own, as usual.

Ethan looked at a woman there came over to him, after he had pissed the werewolf of, at least it did not end in a fight, He turns his head to his whisky agian were after he heard the woman come back and startet talking to him, she did have no idea how they could handle it els they would have before, the fight had even begun but he knew he should keep his mouth shout right now.

"Is that, so no thanks miss, and i just did what you not ha the temper to get done in the first round, but hey i dont judge." He answered a bit chill, were after he turn his head to the whisky agian and drank some of it, "you did not see it when it startet soooo yeah."

He said to Angelica, were after he order another one, while he was trying to find out, what the next thing he should do was he did not belong in the city, he jus didnt, it was not a part of him, maybe it would never be that he need to fell the air he needed to run trough this shite he had made maybe that was one, of those things you always would have.