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*Rachel took another sip from her glass, her eyes once again slowly roaming over him as if studying him. Her voice was serious and calm when she answered.* "It's hard to say... Tell me, have there been any strange attacks here lately? Maybe livestock or even people found dead or disappearing?"
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"hmm...." he thought a second, leaning against the bar. *oh no....* "yeah, I heard of a few attacks on the livestock. None on people though. Just a few that come in here kinda scared, none hurt or killed as far as I know." he took a swig of his beer. *and I would know, better than anybody.*
"I'm not bragging, but I'm one of the few experts due to my anti-anti-socialism. and then there's the mayor." He was about to refill her water when a guy walked in, drunk before he came there. "d**n" Aren quickly walked over to him before the guy walked into a table. "d**n werewolves..." Aren heard the guy mumble.