Brownbear96

 On the outside of an inn in a small village, the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood could be heard. On the inside, the source of this mayhem were two catfolk, hurling glass mugs and the occasional chair at one another. “I know you took it, you spoiled cur!” Tehrane, the catfolk woman with grey fur hurled a chair at another catfolk, Isoren, who had White fur with a subtle sable point. Isoren easily caught the chair and set it down, only to barely bat away an incoming mug. “Don’t try to blame me! Especially when you took mine, you violent psychopath!” Nearby patrons have either fled entirely, or found