It arrived Tuesday. A massive form of fur and muscle, nearly eight feet tall. Its shoulders were broad and squared off, with arms that swung freely at his side and a head set atop seemingly without neck. Legs were massive trunks that pounded the ground and left deep impressions in the soil. It was arboreal, living up in the treetops among elaborately constructed nests.
Sasquatch. Bear Man. The Human Ape.
It had built a home right across the road from the Broken Dagger, apparently undaunted by the presence of humans. All through the day and night it would give off its cry, a mixture of owl hooting and moose farting that spliced the air for miles. Not the most pleasant of sounds to listen to...all....day...long...
