The clinking of steins and mugs were in the air in the tavern. A certain man, talking about the person next to him- whether it's a friend, stranger, or whatever relation they may have- is hidden in the folds of time. Nevertheless, these two are the centerpiece of this story. "...again, I genuinely appreciate you letting me lay low here for a while, I honestly do," said the man with a nuanced scratch of his rough stubble, "but anyway, I digress!" His emerald eyes had a certain gleam to them- he knew what he had in plan. "So, I definitely knew I bit off more than I could chew, what with a pack of at least twelve or more of these forsaken wolves had me cornered, when this absolutely wonderful lass just comes out of the forest an' they just stopped dead in their tracks! It was almost like she was the pack leader or somethin!" The man laughed heartily and slowly twisted his torso, his back cracking. "...now that's finished, back to my story! She just gave'm this death glare, cold enough to freeze the drink you should undoubtedly give to her on me if she so desires, and with a flick of the hand they scattered!" He rambled on and on... and paused, turning to the woman. "In all honesty, I should've asked for her name at the time of my salvation." He said that and smirked, extending his hand to the woman. "Jacob Daniels, definitely a pleasure to meet ya." He said that, a touch of pride in delivering his title.
