Atanase had been out, walking the busy streets as he often did at night. He liked his solitude for multiple reasons, mostly for what he was, and who he seeked. Atanase had walked into the tavern with his armored leather coat worn close to him while a hood covered his head and face. "You as a person is wonderful and charming. As a bard, you're skilled unmatched. But please Lin, keep the ill jokes to the obnoxious gnomes. As a comedian, you are as dreadful as the mist it's self". Atanase would sit down, using his 'hard senses' to examine the room. Atanase would remove his hood, nodding a greeting to the rest. 


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Those of the Order of the Lycan posses the ability to smell and hear much better then most races. These senses rely on both scent and hearing.
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Atanase can't stand Gnomes and halfings. Gnomes are normally unbearably obnoxious to him and halfings can't be trusted
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