The elf seems to look around and sighs a bit at not seeing anyone immediately jump up on his offer.  It doesn't seem he really expected the dwarves to be of much help and perhaps was looking more for adventurers passing through Dul Kuldor that might be interested in earning some coin.  He sees a pair that consists of a kobold and a gnoll, but they seem deep in discussion about something.  Besides, the elf has no interest in dealing with a gnoll, his upper lip almost seeming to curl into a sneer at the sight.<br/><br/>His other option seems to be a tortle and a human who are speaking to each other.  His ears perk up at he hears the tortle speak of the poor shambling mound as possibly being confused, not too far of an assumption from the truth.  Seeming his best option, the elf begins to move closer to the two, but does not directly approach them.<br/><br/>"Hey!  Don't you come in here bothering my patrons unless you're going to buy something!"  Brunhilda yells at the elf as he ventures further into the ; establishment.  His sneer quickly returns, looking down his nose at the shorter woman with disdain.  "Also your a week behind on my shipment of wine!"  She adds, folding her arms.<br/><br/>"Lord Frostspear has had some...other issues at hand as of late," The elf replies rather snootily and almost with a huff.  "Very well, bring me some of your..."  He trails off, turning up his nose in disgust as seeing the greasy sausage and fried eggs the remaining patrons are scarfing down.  "...bread," he settles on, seeing it as the only thing edible in this place.