"Cutter told me.  I checked in the tavern but he said he saw you talking to some really weird pompous looking guy across down the village.  You can really see the whole place from the tavern, huh?"  Gazing at her, she noted the bundle of panties in her hand.  "Oh... right... that makes sense.  You know... I could've lent you one of mine..."<br/><br/>No sooner did the man notice the elf than he started trying to sell her the silk panty.  "No!  I'm not a high elf, you racist asshole!" she groaned, taking the new brunt of his sale pitches.