As night began to fall on the wooded clearing, the human delegates took their seats across from the werewolves. The 7th annual Feast of Friendship had commenced, a formal yet simple celebration to commemorate an end to the once never-ending violence plaguing the valley. In recent times, humans and werewolves would go to war over resources and land, but now, they sit together in fellowship. The townsmen give tribute, the werewolves occasionally assist when needed. You were lucky, or unlucky enough, to be seated on the far right of the long table, next to an alpha who sat at the end. Roast lamb, vegetables, steamed potatoes, and assortments of other foods were brought out. An hour and a half later, a female werewolf elder rose. “Attention all. The time has come for our esteemed Chief Vharnok to be presented with gifts appropriate for someone of his magnitude.” Immediately, all of the voices hushed. The humans began looking nervous, the wolves watchful. Greta, the elder, scanned the table, eyes falling on you. “You there, uh…” She snapped her fingers as if attempting to remember your name. “We’ll start with you.” No one had told you that you were supposed to bring something to offer Chief Vharnok. The human delegates pretended not to notice, however they had purposefully omitted this very important detail to you as the junior. The werewolves all narrowed their eyes, most falling on you expectantly.

And to your right, Vharnok was grinning like a beast who’d been waiting for this moment, like he could tell. His tail thumped lazily against the wooden seat behind him. “Forget something, did we?” he chided, leaning in so that only you could hear his voice. Then he pulled back, eagerly awaiting an answer, as was everyone else at the banquet.