Well, look at this here specimen of wolf. Tirac Fall, resident Tinkerwuff from the far city of Minmourne. Often seen donned with the dopiest of smiles, he's really quite a friendly sort. When not tinkering artefacts in his lonesome, he can often be found occupying one of the Lounge's infinite supply of couches. He's mainly here to relax, and enjoy the company of the many lovely folks he's had the pleasure of meeting so far. Although Tirac's list of priorities while around the place isn't terribly long, meeting new folks is definitely on top.

Tirac Fall is a notoriously affectionate one, known to relish in hugs, snugs, squeezes and other variants. He can talk for hours about books, smithing, or the intricacies of living among thugs and mad men. But do not fret. More likely than not, he's more interested it you. So best prepare for a barrage of curious questions. Questions that may border on rude, so be sure to tell him if he's overstepping any bounds, yes? He'll do his best to remain.. couth.

For the most part, Tirac is one upbeat fellow. He likes to appreciate the beauty in the world and life. Don't think for one moment this makes him any sort of philospher. Instead, call it blissful ignorance, or denial. So, please, do feel free to say hello. Extend a hand in an oscillating motion along the side-axis, apply moderate force to either the left or right deltoid area in the form of a small poke, or send out air vibrations shaped after his name to get his attention.

If you find him already engaged with another, it's often best to let him be, or perhaps get his attention in private. He prefers to focus on single individuals, to ensure they get his fullest attention.

Tirac is known to occasionally trundle around as an over-sized, quad-legged version of himself. While his throat won't really let him speak proper words, he's as intelligent as ever, and probably three times as hungry! Keep an eye out for the purple text.

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