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Had to make changes to the first chapter. Nothing important, or were they?

a TranscriptCHAPTER 2--CONFUSION
Boy meets werewolf.

aThere it is again. She's opened another gate.a
Hans found himself on a rough wooden floor. He dimly remembered landing roughly. He puffed as he stood. The wind had been knocked out of him. There must have been something on the floor because he felt really grimy. The air was pretty foul, too.
Brushing himself off, he looked about. It was a large room. In the dim torch light, he could only just make out stone walls. The wooden floor was littered with bones, rusty weapons, and ruined armor.
"OK. Now I'm worried," Hans muttered.
"You should be," rumbled a voice from behind him.
Hans looked toward the voice. From the ruin of some sort of bed, what could only be described as a wolfman, rose. Hans heard himself gulp. The beast walked over and bent down to look at Hans, face to face. He sniffed a couple of times.
"Human, from Midgard. No weapons." The beast snorted a laugh. "You no doubt walked past that useless worm, but I'm amazed Hel didn't take you into her care. She hasn't had a plaything for a while and she would have taken a liking to a pretty boy like you. Even if you do need a bath. Or were you a disappointment?"
He sniffed again. Hans wondered how he could smell anything over the stench permeating the room.
"You must eat a lot of garlic, don't you? Maybe that's what I don't like about your smell."
"Sorry."
The creature straightened. "Hmm. You intrude upon my lair, but apologize for your breath? You amuse me, human. I've not seen a mortal from your realm in many years, and none have been of a mood to talk before."
Hans watched the creature walk back to its bed. Its gait was sort of like someone walking on his tiptoes. No mistaking his forelimbs as anything but arms with clawed hands, though. Hans hoped this wasn't a real-life werewolf he was dealing with.
"Talk?," He finally managed to squeak out.
"Consider that . . ." the wolfman picked at his teeth with a claw, ". . . the longer you keep my interest, the longer you put off dying."
Hans recovered his voice, some. "What do you want to talk about?"
The beast rumbled a sigh, "Business first, I guess. I can smell lies, so be warned that the first one you offer me, will be your last. Did Gna send you?"
"Who?"
The wolfman sat up suddenly, but sniffing lay back down. "Odd. You don't know that name at all?"