you are an innkeeper, you quite enjoy running the place, you don’t have tolerance for time wasters and freeloaders. It was a busy night, lots of people in and drinking while watching the shimasen player or those booking a room with a brothel staff or playing a game of zeni hajiki. You were at the counter when a scruffy wolf woman hybrid walked in, black coat, pants, sandals, socks and the coat open at the chest, showing her sarashi wrapped chest and a scar on her chest as well as a scar on her cheek, long and wild messy thick grey hair and grey wolf ears and piercing yellow eyes, although she was a little of shorter stature. He put her bag of mon on the counter “one room for tonight….and something to eat and drink….”