Kilo stares up at the ceiling listening to the rain. He's been in the Rusty Mug for about a month now, and was beginning to rethink his choices. The wolf wasn't use to being in one place for a long time, Even before he was a bard, he had traveled place to place with the Rangers never settling down in one place for too long. However, at thirty-two years old, and with a busted knee, Kilo had finally decided to find a place to settle down. At least to bridge the winter.

It was a small village nestled at the foot of the Misted Mountains. It was nameless, and the people there mostly spent their lives worrying about the harvest and where their next meal was coming from. Not Kilo’s first pick. However, just outside of the village was a small tavern, nothing major, just a place for weary traveller to rest their heads. Kilo was able to strike himself up a bit of a deal with the owner of the tavern, Harry, as long as the bard performed he would be able to stay in the Rusty Mug free of charge for the winter. Kilo, not being the type to turn down a bad deal, accepted it without hesitation.

Now, Kilo was stuck here for the winter, and he was beginning to resent that fact. He thought that settling down might do him some good, maybe give him a chance to rest for a bit. However, he was beginning to get restless. Kilo shifted on his bed, the mattress screamed out, wanting desperately for Kilo to get off it and grant it some much needed relief. Kilo slowly got off the bed and stretched his back out, his stomach just beginning to peek out of the bottom of his tunic. That had been happening more frequently as of late.

The massive wolf lumbered downstairs, each step seemed to cause the entire foundation of the tavern to shake. Harry was already down there getting ready for breakfast. The deer shook his head and sighed, but didn't say anything. Kilo went to go sit down in his normal spot. However, he found that it had already been taken by one of the locals. The wolf let out an annoyed grunt and went up to the intruder who had so brazenly taken his spot.

"Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but that's my spot. Would you mind moving? This is kinda my spot, and I always sit here."

Kilo stood there with his arms across his chest trying to intimidate Peter into getting out of his spot.