As the pair were walking, the two armed men had positioned themselves between them and the inns entrance. They tightened their hands around their swords and spoke to Snow in Elvish. Snow couldn't help but laugh but she should have expected the prejudice, Elves were probably one of the more strongly opinionated about other races. She shook her head and smiled warmly.<br/><br/><strong>"No, of course not. We were just heading up to our room."</strong>she spoke in her native tongue.<br/><br/>To make things even more clear that she would have none of their prejudice, she gently slide her hand into Baraxan's with a smile..<br/><br/><strong>"Now, if you'd excuse us... we are starving and would like to eat in peace."</strong>she added.<br/><br/>The armed men reluctantly stepped a side with looks of irritation and disgust on their faces. One of the men spoke under his breath to the other<strong>"Such a shame that a gorgeous Elf would stoop that low, she must be not right..."</strong><br/><br/>Snow heard the comment but chose to ignore it, there was no use in arguing with ignorance. They made their way inside the Inn and back up to their room where Snow sat down the basket in irritation.