Topic for deep delving.

Noble sirs! Don't shoot the pianist... (whispered the dying tavern keeper). But his death was only a transition from one state to another. After all, a full, blood-red moon shone outside the window. The tavern keeper's eyes opened. The little girl, who had carelessly wandered into this notorious place alone late in the evening, managed to see the red, ominous glow. And now, the malevolent werewolf-tavern keeper is crunching on her thin, sweet bones...