“The proprietor of this establishment tells me that you’ve spent the last week drinking whiskey and consorting with all manner of women. We hired you to kill this werewolf!”
“Whiskey, women, and werewolves,” the hunter laughed from his bed as he rubbed his eyes.
“So, have I hired a werewolf hunter or a whoremonger? This inn is the most expensive in our town! We have continued to cover your expenses!”
“I arrived in this hamlet eight days ago. The next full moon isn’t for another four days.”
“You’re going to wait for the full moon? You are insane!”
“I’m the best,” the hunter replied flatly, “and I’m the best for a reason. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I fully intend to see to my other two concerns in the meantime.”