Once Kieran had signed up for the quest for inevitable failure, he itched to get back outside. The crowd had grown far too strong and foul in this establishment. Cana sensed her companion's discomfort and walked over to his side, fresh blood coating her muzzle. Kieran scratched her head affectionately "I think we've had our fill here, don't you think, girl? How about we go for a run?" Kieran's own beast was vibrating underneath his humanoid layer of skin. Druid magick ran deep and called for kinship with nature. Together they left the tavern and the chaos, Kieran was barely able to hold his current form.