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The kennelmaster stood up. "I'm glad we came to an agreement. You may call me Urlath."

He picked up a piece of fresh meat and moved closer to Tannr.

The sabercat was distrustful of the tanned man and didn't want to approach.

"Come on Tannr, I'm sure you'd like this fresh piece of meat." Urlath tried to get the cub to come with him.

It took a bit, but Tannr slowly approached the man and snatched the piece of meat from his hand.

Urlath let the cub eat it then grabbed another piece of meat. He fed it to Tannr, this time managed to pat the cub on the head. "Seems like he is well behaved enough, used to being around people."

Lars was in the Plains District, by the time he finished his dinner the sky had gone completely dark. The city was dark, save for the lights coming from the nearby buildings. There didn't seem to be many people outside. Lars could only see a guard nearby going about his patrol rounds. By now the shops would be closed in the market, so Lars would only be able to look at them from the outside.

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"As you wish." Elisiv said. "It will be a tough fight, but you managed to hold your own against the Orcs. Gudmund will be similar to them, though larger."

"I will be the one to test if she is worthy of the title of Hunter of Jorrvaskr." Gudmund walked up from the lower level. He was a large muscular man, almost 2,5 meters tall. He had a large staff strapped to his back, that was his main weapon. He also had a waraxe on his waist.

"I vouche for her skill. She proved herself in the battle against the Orc stronghold." Elisiv stated.

The Huntmaster walked up to Kal and towered over her. It was likely that he was trying to intimidate her with his size and muscles alone. "So you want to fight me, milk-drinker?"