Lord of the Storm

"What?"

"Rejected again?"

...

Nestled in the bustling, whimsical south end of Canyon City, within a quaint Gothic building, seven beastmen lounged in lavish style. The room, ornate and shadowed, played host to their brooding forms as they reclined on plush velvet sofas, their expressions a mix of irritation and contemplation.

"Yes, boss, they're sticking to the same story," the werewolf attendant reported with a deferential bow.

"Did they mention when the elusive winemaker from the Kasha Hotel might return?" inquired one of the foxes, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and frustration.

"No, they claim to be clueless about the winemaker's whereabouts," the attendant replied, shaking his head in dismay.

"Very well, dismiss yourself and ensure someone keeps a vigilant watch over Kasha Hotel," the Beastmen leader commanded with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Understood!" With a nod, the werewolf exited, leaving the room charged with a tense silence.