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*Clouds part, a yellow-gray half moon illuminates the autumn sky. Huddled forms rest by the fire, weary from travel and the times. Survival has become the meat and drink of the day, all of them more adventurers than they ever hoped to be. Time and trajectory has made some of them heroes, some of them cowards. They all share equal right in the Haven. The bitter cold of enchroaching Winter nips at the peripherie of the fire's heat. The curious look past the light of the blaze, to see the typical shadows of night. A pair of yellow eyes gleams in the black. All is not right on this night*

*Eating by the fire, the general notices the eye's. He grins and throws a have eaten leg of meat toward the eye's.*

Eat up my furry friend, you will need the engery in the coming times.

*After that the general goes back to his meal and ale.

*A roughly humanoid form scurries to the meat scrap. It sniffs and steps away. A low growl can be heard under the threat of impending squallwinds. For those who listen very close, the gutteral clash of a half word-half screech can be heard*

"MAN" utters the shadowed figure.

*The grizzly beast of a man slinks forward toward the campsite in hesitant steps*

*The general notices the man, but does not turn his way or say anything. The general quickly carves out a loaf of bread creating a bowl and than puts some stew in it. He slides it towards the man with out looking his way or saying anything. Afterwards the general contuines to eat.*

*Sethreal raises his head from where he is sitting by the fire and looks at the beast, his eyes seem to drink the fire. (Fear)*

*The Beastly man spooks and makes off for the tree line, disapearing into the night.*

"You should take your own advice, Maximus. You'll need the food alot more then that beast."

*Sethreal then stands and walks away.*