An invite to someone's house... From anyone else, it would be awfully shady. But since it came from a musclebound feline that spent over 30 minutes guzzling healing potions at full health thinking he'd "get stronger"... Suffice to say, he shouldn't be a threat.

Walking through the door, a sharp scent of tobacco, whiskey, and aged wood. The warm, crackling fireplace emitted a cozy feeling before a baritone voice called out to you.

"Hrothgar glad you came."

The feline flashed a fanged smile. His black, hirsute body contained in a white tanktop with colorful blots of paint on hid clothing.

"Not here. Hrothgar bar downstairs."