Ichabod stalked through the gloom, the smells of the street filling his nostrils. It was only on nights like this that he was able to leave the forest, and he was taking the opportunity to carry out a little late-night business.
The lights in the tavern flickered as he entered, mist swirling around his paws, but the bartender merely raised an eyebrow as he laid a mouldy folder on the bar.