<em>Inside the 'Tanned Tankard' holds a welcome sense of respite, especially when in comparison to the gloomy feel of the village proper. Waitresses toil about busting tables, and the smell of hot meals mixed with fine drink fill the nostrils once inside. The entire room turns about to look at any well armed individual that steps inside, though after a moment their gazes shift; going back to their business as usual. The bartender wears a friendly smile, and the waitresses seem to wear inviting expressions upon their wholesome features.<br/><br/>As the sun Elf ponders on her next move, a human man stands up from the bar and approaches her at a gentle pace. He wears a none intrusion expression upon his features, and gestures a hand to catch the attention of the scale clad Eladrin.</em><br/><br/><strong>"You seem to be out of place, stranger. Might I point you in the way of what you're looking for?"</strong><br/><br/><em>The Man's speech rolls out fluently, more so then might be expected for a village resident. He wears fine garb, bears only a single knife at his hip. He isn't tall, only average height with an average build, well groomed short hair crowning his head, and a fine trimmed goatee along his facial features.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the scene at the graveyard grows ever solemn as the living pay their respects to the dead. Priests of Kelemvor say the rites and prayers for those who've passed while relatives sob in despair. It's then an old woman approaches behind the Elven man speaking to himself, and smiles warmly into his eyes.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Are you here to pay your respects to the villagers that have passed?"</strong><br/><br/><em>The Tawny Elder Elf asks in a soft voice. Her wrinkled skin shows well aged features, and blue eyes glance warmly his way as she waits patiently for a reply.</em>