Just Katla stuffing away a group of worgens, that got a bit to ruddy in the serving area of her inn.

Almost always getting to deal with the end of pub crawls of groups of adventures or soldiers. Usually, she is just happy with taking their coins and throw them out on the road but as always there are exceptions. Trying to intimate or threaten her is a good way to find out, which the pack discovered the hard way when their leader thought, to seize up Infront of her to keep the Ale flowing but rather quickly their smirks turned to whimpers when the humanoid visage started to grow in length and height.


Katla belongs to me

Art from  Wolfy

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