<b><span style="font-size: 18px">At The White Winged Griffon</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">The </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/c/c8/Mainfulcd.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20200413210532" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 15px">owner's</span></a><span style="font-size: 15px"> eyes shifted towards the attractive elf but did not soften, as if he were contemplating throwing them both out.  Looking from one female to the other, his upper lip forming a bit of a snarl on his right side, showing dark stained teeth and a bad attitude.  Flashing her holy symbol did little to lighten his attitude towards them, he rolled his eyes slightly as if he had little patience for religious do gooders.  </span><br/><br/>The blonde was extremely grateful, her hand on the elf's thigh as she leaned towards her in gratitude, only enhancing the temptation to enjoy her bountiful cleavage.  As the elf introduced herself, the blonde sat up straight as if she felt herself being watched by an especially strict schoolmarm.  "So pleased to make your acquaintance Ahr-en-dahl."  She struggled with the elven pronunciation though certainly did her best to try and get it right.  "I am Nareen, and I am ever so grateful."  She attacked the porridge like a starving woman.<br/><br/>Feeling somewhat ignored the owner tapped his broom handle on the table.  "It'll be another copper if you are plannin' an overnight guest."  He said, a hint of disgust in his voice to see two females carrying on as they were.  "Finish up and take it to ya little party to your room or outside, this is a respectable establishment."  He said as he turned and went back behind the bar and into the kitchen.