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Disclaimer: In case anyone thought I was being serious, I
will not refrain from passing on any werewolf-related information you choose to disclose to me. In fact, if, while drinking an excess of mead, you confide in me that you are a werewolf, I will scream "Wolf!" and help the rest of the passengers push you off the plank. Of course, I'll do all that after I've made sure you've paid your tab.
Darn law-suits, all those werewolves claiming breaches of patron-bartender confidentiality
Also, apparently I missed that Rear-Admiral Sir Whats-his-face's avian companion is not a parrot, but rather a goose. Which explains the honks. So I hereby amend my previous suggestion to be that we lynch the goose.