[color=007236][center]Lob[/center][/color]
[center][b][color=007236]Location:[/color][/b] The Inn
[b][color=007236]Interacting With:[/color][/b] All present.[/center]


More food, the magic word worked! One of his previous pack had tried to teach him manners, it was equally horrifying for all, but he did walk away with a word of power. He heartily ate the next plate of food given to him by the alpha, he would have to give her something back in fair trade. looking around he saw the bogs everyone was taking, he ambled over to the foppish trader and took a bag in his clawed hand and gave it to Kyra.

[color=007236]"Food, good, bag good, food, bag, good trade."[/color]

And with that he handed over his whole upfront of the mission for a second helping of breakfast and went back to his stuff and began to adorn himself for all to see, he slipped his face through a black bear pelt and set the hellhound head over his ears, invoking the spirit of the loyal mount to the black rider. He absently touched his stomach, still remembering the whole day he was in pain over eating fifteen pounds of uncooked dogmeat. 
 
Next he took something he was distinctly told was not a hat and put it on his arm for now with a throwing axe tucked into the gap against the forearm, he had a belt with five thick ceramic orbs tied off on his waist with "ow" carved into the clay. He took up a net and folded it over his shoulder like the skeleton of a cape. Last came his prized bone, it was once part of a black dragon and the primal magic still worked.

He looked around like he was missing something and suddenly smacked his head as he saw Ash licking his bowl clean. Outthe door went lob heading directly for the jail. [color=007236]"PLEASE!"[/color] There was a loud crash, some yelling, the sound of something wooden being broken and finally some loud barking. [color=007236]"THANK YOU!"[/color]

Lob came back from the jail cells with an easily hundred pound mastiff following behind. He took a bowl and fed the dog some food who had all the manners as its rescuerer. He used both magic words this time to get what he needed, He was well on his way to becoming a shaman himself!

[color=007236]"Lob, dog, dog lobs, Lobs dog. Good dog."[/color]