Phiaro, The Pugilist

After Luke overheard Leonan's request that the half-wolf remain in Stahurt, Luke pretended to be hesitant about the proposal.

"I don't know. Stahurt is a big city and the nobles won't accept a half-beast like me. In a few days, there will be dozens of people standing in front of this tavern wanting my head." Luke responded to Leonan's request with a wary face.

"If someone comes after you, we'll protect you!" Walley lifted his mug and spoke aloud.

"That's it!" Most of the men had roared with enthusiasm.

Luke's wolf ears twitched, and his eyes widened, which made people who didn't agree with Leonan's decision at least a little more uncertain.

Suddenly, a man stood up to Luke's right. This man was black, had a shiny bald head and had his chest exposed.

"I won't be able to agree to targeting my ass with the nobles until you prove that you really are as strong as you say!" This man exclaimed.