[b][centre]Raven's Inn[/centre][/b]

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Murderok and Gryff were less than impressed with the absolute volume of ideas coming in, if that was really they best people had to offer. "C'mon Gryff. Let's catch us a kitty and whassis name can put it to sleep." Murd began moving straight for the big cat. Gryff was less enamoured with the plan, while he had plenty of weight and momentum, he didn't have the raw strength of a minotaur either. But it was the only really viable plan. 

So Gryff waited for Murd to make a move as he strung his bow, smoothly he waited and aimed, when the time came he'd attempt to put a shaft into one of its hind legs, enough to hurt it and prevent it from being able to simply rake anyones, like his own, belly with its deadly claws. "I gotcha back Murd. Just watch out for the back claws, they're deadlier than the teeth are."

"Speaking of teeth. I'm gunna get me one of em." Murd grinned. Improvised dentistry never killed anyone.