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Coming to bargain with the Wolfman was necessary, but the Stranger knew it was dangerous. It was instinctive to see the man with his dogs and fangs. He did not need to hear from the few other survivors. Whether it is the worried writing of the Merchant or the murmurs of the villagers. The Stranger knew it was dangerous while the wolf man smiled at him, passing his tongue over his teeth and letting him have no trouble attacking him and ripping his throat. But the Stranger knew that as long as he had enough to pay for his ammunition, everything would be fine between them.
