<span style="color: #00FFFF">Morys took a seat at a table within the inn. He slumped against the back of his chair, waiting for his stomach to settle. The Almerkian knew he was hungry, but food seemed slightly unappealing after that awful ship ride.<br/><br/>After several minutes, Morys looked around to take in his surroundings. The chatter was fairly loud, certainly louder than it needed to be. A few tables over sat four men who were obviously drunk and the cause of most of the noise. He noted a suspicious looking person wearing a cloak not far from him. The only thing obvious about this person was that he or she was not a Dwarf. Behind him sat two people who were at the bar. He noticed the vibrant wings of a Faerie and assumed it must have been one of the sailors from the ship he had been on.<br/><br/>The being in the cloak looked over his/her shoulder as if afraid of something... Morys wondered if the person was a highwayman or other sort of unlawful person. Without thinking, Morys placed a hand on the hilt of his sword as the waitress suddenly appeared next to him.<br/><br/>"What ye be hungry for, mister?" the young woman asked.<br/><br/>Morys relaxed slightly, looking from the waitress to the cloaked being and back again. "Anything hot sounds great!" he replied with a half smile. "Steak if you have it with some water." Morys removed his coin purse from his belt, but before he could pay, the cloaked person placed a gold coin on the table. Whoever it was, this person had small hands.<br/><br/>"Some fruit and water for me as well, I'll pay for us both," the cloaked person said, the voice was decidedly female and was lilting, musical.<br/><br/>Morys raised his brows, but did not protest. He tied his coin purse back to his belt.<br/><br/>When the waitress walked away, the cloaked woman regarded Morys from the depths of her hood. He watched warily, hoping to get a glimpse of this mystery woman. "Does that dark thing belong to you?" she asked, her voice sounding colder than it had before.<br/><br/>Morys tilted his head slightly to the side, like an animal trying to better understand. "Dark thing?"<br/><br/>"It has power you probably could not comprehend," she explained.<br/><br/>Morys did not like that this stranger was questioning his intelligence. That paired with her lilting voice, and Morys's eyes lit with understanding. "Well miss Elf," he noticed the she shifted uneasily, "I appreciate you paying for my dinner, but what do you know that I don't?"</span>