Lotharn had spotted the human male approaching Pegawen. His eyes narrowed as he watched the man talk to her about a cat that sat by the hearth. Humans were strange at times, and elves had a hard time understanding them. They were violent at times, but yet capable of great kindness and deeds. He liked Thorgan, he reminded him of Aragon, noble and kind, but a warrior that protected his people. He even liked Timberlane the wizard. Again the man reminded Lotharn of Gandalf. Yes men were quite hard to figure out some times, but he knew when one hand certain interests, and especially about his wife. His hand was on his sword and if it had not been for the woman that intruded on the mans attempt, the human would have lost a hand for sure, if not his life. He moved over to Pegawen and put an arm about her, and looked hard at the man that now sat with the woman and a couple other men. "I will never get use to the way humans act." he told her. "They are strange at times."<br/><br/>He looked at Allassiel as she spoke about what would have happened to the human and smiled. Indeed, the man would have lost the hand or more. "Come we have found out something about the Dwarf we seek. We may have to take a ship out onto the ocean. But to find a ship that will take us out of site of land will be difficult I think. These people fear the unknown out there, and what might lie beneath the surface of the ocean. Ah if we but had one of the Elven Wing Ships here, now that would be a ship to go into the unknown. But they are no more it seems, gone with the ancient times, when we had no more use to travel the seas. " They were beautiful and elegant ships that were a beauty to see and were fast and agile, very different then the Gray Ships. Lotharn took the two women over to the rest of the group and sat down at a large table.<br/><br/>Food and drink were ordered and as they waited the talk revolved around where they were heading. About an hour after they had talked to the barkeep an Elf, but one that did not look like your ordinary elf. His skin was bronzed by the sun and his hair had been bleached white by the sun as well. His clothing was that of a sailor, more then anything else. He appeared in the doorway of the Tavern part of the Inn and looked around. He spotted the group and made his way towards them. Everyone stopped talking and all looked his way. "Ellyah." came the whispers from the crowded tavern. Evidently the people knew him, yet the sound of their voice said his name as if it had not been spoken for some time. He came up to the table and looked everyone over. As any elf, he looked young, but one could never tell how old they really were. But his eyes, the look in them told Lotharn he was old, probably from the time of the War of the Undead. "I here ye be looking for a ship to take you out beyond the sight of shore." he raised a brow. "I be having a ship, but she needs a crew, a seafaring crew." he chuckled. "Ye land lubbers would not know the first thing about sailing. But if ye be wanting to sail, I will get a crew."