Connie Remswood was just coming to the end of her long shift at the Bloodstone tavern. She wiped the sweat off her brow and let out a sigh of relief as the grandfather clock in the corner struck 8 o' clock. She gathered her things and walked around the bar, towards the front door. She could see her loyal wolf-dog mix, a handsome white creature with deep blue eyes waiting for her just outside the tavern. Lance barked a triumphant hello at the sight of his exhausted mistress. Connie still had no idea what Hammer had ment by, "is that all?" "Your not from 'round here are ye?" "I don't."