Historia attendait une réponse de ses connaissances (était-il trop tôt pour les appeler amis?) quand elle a remarqué que les choses commençaient à... bien, un ruckus recommençait. Dans une partie de la Taverne, le barde commençait une dispute avec une dame à la tête rouge, et dans une autre partie... déjà en train de se disputer. Historia s'est retourné juste à temps pour voir quelque chose de brillant voler au-dessus et frapper un chevalier regardant l'homme sur la tête. Oh... ça n'allait pas être bon. Historia se demandait s'il y avait quelque chose qu'elle pouvait faire, car les nobles n'étaient pas étrangers à son passé, alors elle a commencé à se lever. Comme elle l'a fait, ainsi que le chevalier... alors que M. Sess a trébuché à proximité, frappant son visage droit sur le bar, puis avoir la boisson de M. Rupurt renversé sur lui pour ajouter de l'insulte à la blessure... avant que M. Rupurt ajoute une couche supplémentaire de blessure à celle en donnant un coup de pied à M. Sess dans l'estomac, ce qui leur a causé deux douleurs.
Historia a un peu gagné alors qu'elle regardait Mlle Naida commencer à s'occuper de lui, avant de retourner au chevalier. "Oh pour l'amour de..." Non seulement il était là, comme s'il était sur le point de tuer quelqu'un, mais il semblait qu'il allait chercher Mlle Kat. Bien sûr, seul, le chevalier aurait probablement été trop pour Mlle Kat, mais Mlle Kat avait aussi Hel...Historia a remarqué que le chevalier a fait un pas en avant, vers Mlle Kat et Hel et elle a réalisé que quelqu'un devait faire quelque chose avant que les choses ne sortent de la main. Bien que ce n'était probablement pas la décision la plus sage qu'elle ait jamais prise dans sa vie, Historia a décidé qu'elle essaierait. "Excuse-moi une minute." Elle a dit nerveusement à ses compagnes et a marché rapidement vers devant (mais pas trop près) le chevalier... avec elle de retour à Hel. Historia était certainement venue en plein cercle quand il s'agissait de chats aujourd'hui n'avait-elle pas...
"E-Excuse-moi M'lord." Elle bégayait un peu avant de prendre un souffle en essayant de se calmer. "Je comprends que vous êtes contrariés en ce moment, mais nous avons déjà eu quelques problèmes dans cette taverne aujourd'hui..." Elle a pris un autre souffle, " Commencer un combat ne ferait pas de bien en ce moment, et je suis sûr qu'un homme de stature serait capable de mettre toute transgression qui est tombée entre vous et Mlle Kat derrière vous pour le bien du public." Historia s'inclina un peu « Je suis désolé si je sors un peu impoli et que je mets mon nez là où il n'a pas sa place, mais actuellement cette Taverne est ma maison et je voudrais que rien d'autre ne se produise dans elle aujourd'hui ».
Name: Felan the Wolf
Race: Skin-changer (based off of Tolkien fiction)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Occupation: A simple sheep herder
Personality/Interests: While usually gentle, Felan can be fierce if not given the respect he deserves. Like any creature of the forest, Felan must be respected in order for respect to be returned. He's loyal to those he calls friends, and generally mild mannered, but should one forget who he is, he's quick to remind them.
Felan is very respectful of nature and her creatures. He only uses what he needs, and what he takes, he uses completely. Although he does have to kill animals to survive, he never considers hunting a great victory. It's simply something he has to do to live. He tends to get all sour when he sees others disrespecting these principals. Outside of his turf, he'll just tolerate it, but on his land, it is unacceptable.
He doesn't care much for dwarves, seeing them as greedy creatures who do not respect the earth they mine. His feelings towards humans are kind of on the fence; while he's met very good ones, he's met bad ones as well. He's on pretty good terms with elfin folk, even if he thinks they're a bit stuck up. Magic-baring folk, he's a bit uneasy around. But he's willing to accept them. He absolutely hates goblins and ogres, usually killing them on sight if they intrude on his land. All other races of the land fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.
Appearance Details 
Felan is a big man. In his human form, he has copious amounts of hair. The hair on his head is long and black, his beard often grown out. On his back, it grows in a narrow mane that runs down his spine to his tailbone. The rest of his body is covered like that of an average man's, if not a bit thicker. It's smoother and softer than typical male human body hair, almost like fur.

Body build: Tall and muscular
Hair: Everywhere
Hair color: Black
Skin color: Caucasian, tanned by the sun.
Eye/Iris color: Brown
Height/Weight:  A towering 6'8"/ 250
Notable Features: Scars litter his body from various spats with intruders
Clothing Description: He's a man that clearly doesn't give much thought to his looks. Living alone and not knowing how to sew, his clothes tend to get a bit raggy. He often wears wool pants in various earth tones, and vests made of animal hide. May or may not be found wearing an actual shirt. Probably not. He doesn't get cold easily like your typical human, and since his shifting destroys it, clothing is typically light. Shoes are always forgotten.
Equipment: He doesn't carry much
Weapon: None
Powers: Like every member of his species, he has the ability to take the form of a large, powerful animal whenever he chooses. His form is a great, black wolf with brown eyes. In this form, he stands 5 feet at the shoulder, with strength that surpasses your typical canine.

Abilities: Can commune with canines, regardless of his form. Has acute senses. Feels a special connection with animals of any species.
Talents: He's shown excellent farming skills. He's very good with his hands, having built his house with his own.
Other: He lives on a homestead a few miles outside of town. There, he raises sheep who are said to have the silkiest wool in the country. He's quite popular with the merchants when he comes into town to sell it. The townspeople regard him as a strange hermit, but appreciate him for running off goblin raiders nevertheless.
He lives alone, save for his animals. He has a few horses and ponies, quite a few sheep, birds that seem to just hang around, and a whole pack of dogs and wolves of every shape and size. All of whom wander his property and/or his house.

Sessamaru: "Has a young and refreshing view on the world." Felan could get along well with him.
Historia Saurvale: "A bit childish, but not a bad person." 
Saha Thulaja Era: "I get a bad vibe from this one." Probably won't get along too well.
Katelia: "Not terribly sociable." She seems to be pretty decent to him, but he's still a little on the fence. Still, she's never done anything to make him hate her.
Julio: "Seems nice enough."
Azzrix Grimmor: "Kind of a shifty little fellow." He's not sure about this one.
Margaret von Eisenberg: He's not fond of magic, and not fond of greed. She will probably rub him the wrong way.
Naida Marcoon: "That's the nice girl that serves me my favorite ale every week."
Drubbins: "I don't like ogres."
Mysaren: "She seems nice. Haven't seen her around here before." 
Tahira Raske: "She seems nice, for a mage anyway."
Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: "Wish he'd stay off my damn land."
Claire Alexandria: He doesn't really know what to think of her, but she hasn't offended him personally. 
Viggo Malmsteen: "Nice voice, awful person."
Rouen Fulgur: "Pompous asshole."