His manners were so very human, it was strange that he did not smell like one.  He did not seem frightened or timid in this inn and none of the other patrons seemed to concern themselves with him.  There were plenty of races that looked human for the most part, werewolves like herself, witches and warlocks.  It caused her to wonder if she had mistaken his scent, but it did not seem likely.<br/><br/>"No, I really must insist.  I have a room here, please allow me to buy you a meal and thank you for returning this precious item."  She took the held out hand, if he chose to leave after she ordered the meal, she would let him, but she would make a point to find his stall among the merchants if he did.  Most of the faeries were dead, enslaved or in hiding and none of those would have been brave enough to venture to a place like this.  Perhaps a slave, but they would have a master guiding them along.<br/><br/>Asena led him to the tavern counter and order stew and pints for the both of them and mentioned the room she was in.  The barmaid nodded happily.  No one else in the inn seemed to regard them with any kind of curiosity and Asena found herself thankful for that.  She looked back at Fabien and for the first time she noticed how handsome he was.  It would make sense if he was a faery.  Though he had the look of a farm hand, hard-worked and dusty, his square jaw and strong features still were quite lovely to look at.  She knew why her father had feared the faeries.  Their rulers had regarded werewolves as little more than dogs, but she still did not agree with his outcomes.<br/><br/>"Please, stay and have dinner with me.  It is the least I could do..."