<div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/looffaceaadie.jpg)</div>Loof sits down in the large private common room the group has hired and takes a look around. There are eight good sized beds in the room with plenty of additional space for bedrolls should they be needed. There were three wardrobes and two dressers in the room. The dressers both had three bowls of water on each and had things inside the body of them like towels and soaps. The wardrobes were empty, though with plenty of space to hang cloaks and other garments requiring hanging. There was a small guardrobe off to the left with a door. The hole in the seat open to the street below. Better and more up market than sticking your backside out of a window. The bucket and sponge there were complimentary with both changed once a day.<br/><br/>It could be worse. It was one of the better human establishments. Though why and how they hadn't thought of using earth for their toilet yet was beyond Loof's understanding. She had plenty of leaves with her, so the sponge wasn't going to be a problem.<br/><br/>Loof sat on the bed furthest from the door into the room and placed her pack down on it. She laid the blanket wrapped bundle on the bed next to her pack and unrolled it.<br/><br/>The pair of elven sabres in their wood and leather scabbards were beautiful works of art. each piece likely having taken at least a year of the life of a master artisan. Such was the way with the elves. Every weapon a piece of art, crafted with such care and precision, only the Elves would use such things for regular battle. For most races these things would be display pieces, hung on a wall or handed to someone as a gift of high praise. To an Elf however such a weapon was a tool as well as art. The nehca steel would hold its edge longer than any other non-magical steel known and was incredibly durable. Not light, but flexible and hard at the same time. The secrets of nehca steel were known only to the Elves and such a closely guarded secret that only their master blacksmiths had the knowledge.<br/><br/>The cloak came off next, revealing Loofs dark brown hair, with its lines and swirls of darker and lighter brown, which was short, only down to her shoulders. Her pointed ears, blue in blue eyes and the variegated skin pigmentation of her people also clearly marked her for what she was non human, other, strange. She carefully folded the cloak with her long thin six fingered hands and placed it behind her without turning. It was always slightly disturbing seeing Elves do things like that. They seemed to have joints that were extremely flexible.<br/>Under the cloak were robes of dark browns and purples and reds, all dark muted colours. A brace of some kind of spikes was on the Elf's chest in little leather holders. Each one attached to a little leather thong to make it easy to pull an use. Likely they were thrown weapons. She had various other things on her, a pair of what looked like religious devotional items tied on long sashes around her waist and knives. A lot of knives. All Elven, all nehca steel. All beautiful.<br/><br/>She set about going through her bag, pulling out a small cloth wrapped bundle that smelled cheesy. This she took a small measure of and started to eat delicately, showing her sharp pointy teeth as she did so. The Elven smile was a sharp and jagged thing and it was hard to tell if the gesture in these creatures indicated pleasure or something else entirely different. Non Elves often found it unsettling, the arrangement of muscles in the Elven face was different and their smiles tended to look like a fanged rictus.<br/><br/>She sat quietly, observing the room and her companions with her blue in blue intense eyes and continued to take small bites of her cheese and savour them.