<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/323/6/e/jiroph_by_jennyverse-d870m8h.jpg)</div><br/>The elf watched her as she walked away, his gaze crossing that of a dwarf looking so close to being split open. He knew that he couldn't feel tense in a place like this, yet he still couldn't keep himself from being on edge. He stood up with the mug as she turned, taking the key as well. The sword was still on the table. After taking a glance at the surroundings, he took the mug and drained its contents within a matter of seconds, right in front of her. Something that seemed mundane to him, and probably just as mundane to someone who worked in a tavern. If he wanted to drink he would drink, not even for the taste, just to numb his senses.<strong>"The room has a bath?"</strong>That would be a great way to unwind. A hot bath followed by a woman to soothe his needs and nerves. The laughter and ambiance of the room truly was wonderful. But it seemed that he couldn't quite enjoy it so easily.