[Belin]

Remdil, still wandering about in the dark, pulled out the hatchet that he carried around. Usually it was mostly for show, but he thought he'd need it now. After all, he couldn't have wolves hanging around the inn and bothering the horses (and possibly even the guests).

As he drew near the source of the wolf-smell, he heard raised voices and the clink of weapons. He rolled his eyes. Another fight? He rounded the corner and took a step back in surprise. There was the wolf, indeed, and there also was a large group of extremely dangerous-looking people. He couldn't fathom how the big one with the ears had gotten into the inn at all. He clearly had, however; to the wolf smell was added the scent of alcohol on at least most of their breaths. Remdil instantly decided he didn't like them, any of them, or the wolf either for that matter. Troublemakers.

"Who said you could come back here?" he demanded loudly. They turned and stared at him, perhaps surprised by his temerity. "Go take care of your own business. The yard is private property, and there's no fighting in the inn." Somebody snickered. One of the women turned a large and frightening grin upon him. "Go? Us? I think you should be more careful, meddler."

Remdil stood his ground. "Off!" he cried. Suddenly he recognized one of them. "You.." he said to Dinenial, "you stole my cousin's horse."