As tairon entered the inn, he was hit with the stench of to much alcohol mingled with too many sweaty bodies. Never liking alcohol much in the first place, he  swore silently that would never drink so much that he couldn't find his way out. He paused to clear the dizziness. Then he approached the barkeeper.<br/><br/>"How much for a room?" Tairon asked.<br/><br/>After hearing the response, he dropped the coin for one night's rent, plus a meal. He had decided earlier that he would only rent it for one night. He wanted to be on with his search. If he didn't find any help tomorrow, though, he had enough to stay one or two more nights in this town.<br/><br/>Tairon took his meal to a corner table where he could watch the entire room, noticing a half-ling in another corner who seemed to look nowhere and everywhere all at once.<br/><br/>One particularly loud patron sidled up to Tairon's table. Must be the town drunk, Tairon thought, smelling the strong scent of alcohol on the man's breath.<br/><br/>"Eh, an' who might you be?" the man slurred.<br/><br/>"My business is my own, thank you." replied Tairon. Around the room he heard shouts to "Rufus," which must have been the man, to get him. Apparently the patrons didn't like newcomers.<br/><br/>"I don't think sso!" said Rufus, and-taking a cue from the crowd-he threw a drunken punch at Tairon.<br/><br/>Tairon, seeing as the punch was off-balance and slow, caught the fist, and swiftly had gotten up, kneed Rufus in the groin, dropped him to his knees, and had Rufus's own arm wrapped around his neck.<br/><br/>"I said, my business is my own." Tairon whispered calmy into his ear. He released Rufus from his grasp. He scuttled away. As Tairon sat down, he glared at any gawkers until they looked away.<br/><br/>"I hate cities." Tairon muttered