Following The Plan

These three guards did not seem to be on good terms with each other. The gray armored werewolf never showed his back to the two Undeads and they refused to budge when he ordered them to retrieve their ID cards. Only after an ominous throaty growl did the Draugh stumble heavily toward them to do his job.

"Paaapeeers." The humanoid creature articulated with difficulty in a sluggish voice.

This one was clearly a tile short of a roof but his temper was atrocious. Whoever had the awful idea of posting it here was either a genius or a terminal moron.