Gharn landed heavily with a splash as he was thrown from the bar. He'd landed in a puddle of mud and instantly sat up, growling angrily. His eyes flashed from pale blue to golden yellow, the pupils turning to slits as he snarled. "No shoes, no shirt, no service!" shouted the bouncer, pointing to the sign next to the door to the bar. Gharn had gone inside, trying to find work of some kind, even among the patrons. His Wereform was immense, and could be useful for heavy lifting. 

The bouncer appeared unimpressed by the young man growling at him. He was obviously very badly scarred, which led him to think the lad had a rough past. That, combined with his state of dress, nothing more than a pair of ragged pants, had made him think it would be better to make the youth vacate his bar.

Gharn got up, wiping mud from his face. The human had tossed him, literally tossed him into the road. A small piece of gravel had opened a new cut on his cheek and the blood mixed with the rain around him. He growled and began to grow. The Bouncer's face went from stubbornly confident and stern, to pale and fearful in a manner of moments. The young man before him had transformed, fur growing along his body, muscles expanding to immense levels and the size of him! He had nearly doubled in height! Gharn roared at the man, who wisely made the decision to turn and run back into the bar, through the door that Gharn could no longer fit through. Gharn drew his massive sword, but instead of trying to go after the man, he simple walked up to the sign and smashed his blade into it, ripping a huge chunk from the wooden exterior and obliterating the sign. 

Satisfied with his work, Gharn sheathed his giant weapon, then returned to his human form, walking down the street towards the local market. Maybe if he was in luck there might be a shop-keep in need of some heavy lifting. He shivered slightly, the cold air didn't bother him as much as it would a normal human, but being so exposed as he was his feet were icy and his body covered in goosebumps. Maybe shoes and a shirt were a good idea after all... He pulled several coins from his pocket and counted them, he might have just enough for a meal and a secondhand pair of shoes...

He walked towards the market, not paying attention to much, especially to the infamous Black Rose standing not 50 feet from him as he perused the stalls.