The main door to the mansion opened abruptly. A wolf, larger than average and tipping the scales at one hundred eighty pounds, padded inside. Behind it walked a tall, proudly built man. He wore what appeared to be an expensive but comfortable coal gray Romani suit with dark tented glasses. He paused only long enough to glance around the main room before turning to his left and stepping toward the bar. The wolf found its own spot under one of the glass tables near the bar.
As he moved, one would be able to make out a few subtle but important details. The scar over the right side of his face was less subtle than the grin which twisted the corner of his lips or the way he kept his chin raised just enough to give off the impression of one who was in love with himself. His footfalls seemed lighter than a man of his size would suggest, which was even more significant since he wore the heavy boots one would expect to see on a soldier instead of the designer shoes of a man of stature.
Standing now in front of the bar, he pulled his glasses off and tucked them into a pocket on his jacket. He had fingerless black gloves on and his hair, cut short, was slicked back so as to be out of the way. With his glasses off anybody who looked could see his miss-matched eyes, the left blue/gray and the right a dull yellow. If one were to look closely they would be able to see a glint of metal from beneath his jacket from the items on his belt.
He glanced down the bar and raised his finger, wondering if there was anybody around who would tend to him. If there was not then he would have to serve himself.
