And the basement..

You sigh and walk towards stairs, leading downwards. They go down for a good distance - the way is lit by torches, so you don't stumble - and eventually find yourself in an enormous room, with many wooden doors, each inscribed with words (one is inscribed as "Pantry", others as "Labyrinth" - " Werewolf sleeping area", "Siege weapons room", and "Armory"). To your surprise, instead of the dry and sarcastic greeting you recieved from the non-lycanthropes, you are greeted by a cheer. Many other lycanthropes - two bull-men, several other Werewolves, a werebear, and a few tiny ginger furballs - rush forward and pull you into an embrace.

"Greetings, new Lycanthrope!" an old were-llama with an enormous beard grins. He's standing on his hind legs and supported by a walking cane, and looks very pleased to see you.

"Did Fred bite you?" asks a pretty young Werewolf - she's very petite, and was obviously very attractive as a human.

"Yes... he went kind of wild, and I, uh, shut the door on him," you murmur, looking abashed. The others laugh fondly.

"Most of us act like that, upon making our first lycanthrope - both him and you will get used to it eventually, I daresay. We'll go let him in." Some of the ginger creatures grin and run off at an incredible rate.

Well, this is nice!

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