"One evening, a traveler came to our tavern — tattered and dirty from days on the road — like so many others r

"One evening, a traveler came to our tavern — tattered and dirty from days on the road — like so many others roaming Galt. He sat quietly in the corner of the tavern, drinking cheap ale, and in an instant I knew he was a werewolf. I felt it in my soul — it was like Erastil himself had whispered it into my ear." Jhod smiles, but his eyes are dead as stones.