[ He's very well behaved, and, now that you're looking at him more closely, wearing what appears to be pieces of thick armor across head and body, held in place by straps of leather, and clearly well worn and well tended. Not a saddle, and no reins: this is a creature who has clearly gone into battle before, and may yet again.
The words are simple enough, and there's an almost expectant lick of bear chops as the creature looks between the red 'tiefling' and the turkey leg. Staring at you like a puppy who's just waiting for you to drop that delicious treat so it can chow down-- ]
Trinket! [a sharp voice comes from behind and off to the side of one of the booths. A half-elven woman emerges, frowning at the bear, before looking to Azazel]
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The words are simple enough, and there's an almost expectant lick of bear chops as the creature looks between the red 'tiefling' and the turkey leg. Staring at you like a puppy who's just waiting for you to drop that delicious treat so it can chow down-- ]
Trinket! [a sharp voice comes from behind and off to the side of one of the booths. A half-elven woman emerges, frowning at the bear, before looking to Azazel]
I'm sorry, is he bothering you?