During the short trip to the inn,  Jerik had decided he liked this half-ling. He seemed polite enough, though he knew he could just be masking his true personality right then he honestly couldnâ€™t say he really cared to much. Not to mention for the fact that when they had gotten to the inn and the man said that he would pay for all his food and drink. Of course Jerik had issues with taking food that he had not earned, but at that moment, hungry won over morals rather easily.<br/><br/>â€œWhat can I get you?â€ The man behind the counter asked him. For a moment Jerik was about to ask for  enough to over indulge himself, before his senses caught hold.<br/><br/>â€œJust some bread and wine.â€ He said as he lened against the counter, pulling the cowl of his cloak back to reveil his light, short brown hair. He also took the bowâ€™s tube and quiver from his back and lay them against the counter, still within reach if the need arose, along with the knives still hidden under his cloak.<br/><br/>When he finally got his drink and food, he all but inhaled the bread, giving a sataisfied sigh as he washed it down with the wine. Of course he was still rather hungry, but that would be enough to hold him until he earned his food. So for now he content himself with turning his back to the counter, and letting his eyes slowly sweep across the inn  and the patrons within. It was an old habbit, one that he had developed in the woods while sitting at a camp. He would always scan the edges of his camp for anything, no matter how insignificant, hostil.