Jerik saw the commotion growing between the woman on the bull easily enough, it was a sight one would find rather hard to miss, and the small half elf. He found It an interesting sight, but not one for him to get involved with one way or the other. Personally he had little against elves, or half breeds, but that came from years of living in tune with the forests. His first thought was always that one should respect nature and give praise to the goddess who gave them what they needed to survive. In that, the elves were more akin to him them most of his own kind.<br/><br/>All the same though, when he heard the small manâ€™s offer, which took him a long moment to figure out who was speaking, he wasnâ€™t about to turn down human generosity. Well, in this case half-ling. He didnâ€™t quite have to think about it all that much. If the man just bought him a meal then he could afford some arrows. If he wanted him for a job then he could afford to have his cloak and clothes patched up.<br/><br/>Finally nodding, â€œVery well sir,â€ He said looking down at him. â€œIâ€™ll be happy to listen to your offer, but im afraid youâ€™ll have to lead the way to the inn for Iâ€™m not from around here.â€  He couldnâ€™t help but think that was an amusing idea espically in this crowd.