A green haired hero, Lyn, stepped out of a tavern, broadsword in hand. She wasn't as affected by the howl as everyone else, but she knew for damn sure something was wrong and she wasn't going to let whatever was out there hurt the villagers. She began to jog towards the origin of the howl, sheathing her blade to allow her easier and faster travel. "Gotta love how this place attracts conflict like moth to a flame."