Cedar looked at the tired man named Reinhold, and gave him an amused cant of the head and a friendly huff.

"[color=7bcdc8]I don' bite ya know.[/color]" he chuckled, then waddled up beside him. "[color=7bcdc8]Naow, waddya gots goin? They wants us ta spots an eye, er a nose, er what we gots-- onna village, ya? I Clearly miss' out on a bunch when I went fer dinner huh?[/color]"

Reinhold just looked at him warily, as if unsure how to even react to being addressed by what was very clearly just a very large, talking bear, despite knowing full well that he is capable of wearing clothes, and bore witness to the spectacle that was the initial meetup at the inn earlier that day. The incongruity of something walking on two feet, and wearing clothes, to something on four feet, and not, had his mind going in strange places.

"Are you some kind of were creature or something?" was about all he could manage to get out.

Cedar just laughed at him. "[color=7bcdc8]Naw-- I's jus' me! Pap's a man, and Mam's a bear-- an' theys had me![/color]" He did his best to make a pleasant grin without showing any scary teeth.

"How does that ... Work ... exactly?" The man had a look on his face somewhere between stark disbelief, bewilderment, and terror.

"[color=7bcdc8]Wha? How old'r you anyways mister? Your paps ne'er give you The Talk or summat?[/color]"