"No need." Loof stated flatly, "There is room. You may sleep at my side. It is the way of my people not to have another sleep on the floor where it would be more comfortable to share. Tknas, whose kind gaze watches over all, knows I am not about to shame my ancestors by forcing you to sleep on the floor." Her voice really was strange, little hints and glimpses of her sharp teeth as she spoke were slightly unsettling. Plus of course her eyes and the strange colouration of her skin and hair. Elves were strange and different. The rumours were that they were reluctant to give open battle, relying on ambushes, vicious, quick and deadly, to defeat their enemies. Some said this made them cowards to be derided. The wise seemed to respect their strength and their cunning to fight only on their own terms.<br/><br/>Loof set about placing her pack and the rest of her stuff next to her bed, pausing to take a small lump of the cheese and offering it to Talli. "Lamb's cheese." She explained. "Goats milk with meat of lamb. Very tasty."<br/><br/>The cheese smelled pungent and powerfully spicy. It was likely very much an acquired taste, though of course the rumours were that Dwarves favoured rat above all meats, so it could be a much worse situation.