This man is apparently respected in the hillbilly community. Gunter looks around and it's what you'd expect. A farm, grain, sheep. The occasional cousin that moves faster than Farmer Jim. Eventually he sees a man to which he presumes is Farmer Jim, come out of his house, shotgun in hand. The farmer asks, "Wha-Whatchu doin' on my property? Are you here to fuck my sheep? Entry fee is one hundred Jewels!".
Disgusted by the question, Gunter responds. "No, I'm the mage you hired from the Penumbral Guard guild."
"Oh shit, I thought you were a customer! Well, come on over there, son!", Jim responds. "What can ol' Jim Bean do for you?". Gunter asks him various questions on what he's to deal with, and when the attacks normally happen. "Jim Bean" responds with, "Oh well what you're dealin' with a common, classic white wolf, right? These slippery, slimy bastards come out at night, and that's when I lose my sheep."
Jim walks over to his sheep and caresses it lovingly. Gunter can't tell what the sheep means to say in response, but looking into its eyes it wants to die. "I need you to stop these fuckin' furry bastards from eating my sheeps!", Jim states.
"That's all?", Gunter asks.
"Oh, and bring back its body for the fur for a fur coat. And if there's enough fur left I want a nice pair of undies. I've been wearing the same pair for two years. I got 'em white and they're fuckin' BLACK. Some parts are multicultural though - some brown, some yellow, and-"
"I understand, sir.", Gunter interrupts, disgusted and holding back his vomit. "I'll bring you back your wolf in due haste.".
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