Behind bars again. Being thrown in jail has become a routine. "I didn't even do anything!" You shout at the guard. "Quit your talk, flatsnout," the wolf barks back. "This isn't the worst we can do to you, you know." The lupine guard slams the metal door and locked it. "Maybe it's time to consider finding another town to stay in, human. Your face is dirtying our streets." The guard ties the keys to his belt and walks off. You turn to the jail cell, bare as always. The dark stone walls are lit dimly by a torch down the hall, but the tall bars and columns drew thin shadows across the holding cell. The cell was scarcely furnished, not even a bed or chair to rest on, just the cold stone floor. At least it's dry,' you thought, sitting down in the corner. Normally there'd be someone else to keep you company in here, but unfortunately the cell had only one customer today. You slowly drift off to sleep.