Garund was in mid drink when he heard the innkeeper say that there was only one room. He set his drink down with a clank, some of his foaming beverage sloshing over the top of the metal mug. He reached up, wiping the suds that were left from the ale off his beard. Really? One room? He looked around to the others in the inn at the moment, then back at the innkeeper. Well, if that was not war profiteering, Garund didn't know what was. Luckily he had a good bit of coin on himself, much of it liberated from the dead he had found along the road today. They were dead, they didn't need it. His eyes slowly drifted over to the human male who had just gotten one of the keys and was at the bar. The dwarf took another drink, then spoke to the man. "Well lad, if there aren't enough beds, I ain't sharing one with you," he said, then took another drink.<br/><br/>The innkeeper disappeared for a moment and then returned, looking happy, far to happy then a man who's city and livelihood were under threat should. And, to top it off, he offered everyone a free round of drinks. Garund sniffed the drink, his face screwing up a bit. "Ugh, Elvish," he said to himself under his breath. He noticed how the young warrior down the bar had quaffed his free drink, so he slid his down to the young man, "There lad. Drink up. Looks like you need it more then I." It was then that he heard more steps in the inn, glancing over his shoulder to look at the door. He took in the young looking human male who was walking in, noting that he was a mage.<i>Great, another person to share the damned room with</i>, he thought to himself.<br/><br/>But his attention was caught by one of the elves when she spoke, saying that she preferred that her drinks were made in front of her. What the hell had she been implying there? He glanced back to the innkeeper, his eyes narrowed a bit, then he hopped down off of his stool. He slowly moved over to the two elven women, inclining his head to them a bit. "Ladies, we have not met yet and, considering we will be sharing a room, it seems only appropriate. I am Garund Ortan." He straightened up, smiling, then glanced to the archer's pet. "Nice looking animal you have there," he said, trying to break the ice.