The blisters on his feet were slowing him down. Tarax needed rest, food and more importantly a decent meal. He had been surviving on beans and berries up to this point and although he wasn't laden with silver, he had enough to get a room at the Inn and a meal or two. Hopefully he would find work as well. He had traveled for more days than he could count, eventually catching up with a caravan that was headed into this town. He had no idea where he was, or what this place was, but it seemed much larger than any place he had ever seen before.<br/><br/>Entering the Inn, he looked for a seat, wandering around the place for several minutes, and once one opened up he jumped on it. He dropped his satchel and sighed to himself. It was hot, he was hungry and tired, and he had no idea how these people would accept a half-breed elf. At this point he didn't really care either.  He looked around and noted that there were people... creatures from all over, and he had no idea what to think. Opening his pouch, he took out a coin and went to the bar.<br/><br/>"Excuse me sir.." he called out to the bar-keep. The bartender ignored him. Tarax persisted. Over and over he called out to the large burly person behind the bar and over and over again he was ignored for others, many of whom had come to the bar after him. Finally after several minutes, Tarax took a stone from his pocket and hurled it at the man, smacking him square between the eyes. The man turned with rage toward Tarax, swinging wildly, but Tarax was far too swift for the lumbering lummox, and ducked him effortlessly. After a few moments of struggle, the bartender gave up, recognizing that he was not only not going to catch Tarax, but he wasn't winning any favours, as the crowd quickly chose the quick elf and began yelling at the bartender to give the lad a pint.<br/><br/>"Bah..." grumbled the bartender. He poured Tarax a flaggon of mead and grumbled... "What else???"<br/><br/>"Some food sir." replied Tarax, who took no offense to the shenanigans of the bartender, "and a room for the night."<br/><br/>"No rooms left... full up..." The man said and put a plate of meat and potatoes down in front of the much smaller elf.<br/><br/>With food and drink in hand, Tarax paid the man and returned to his seat to contemplate where he might rest his head and change the bandages on his badly blistered feet.