The robed man watched carefully as an elf woman approached the bar, speaking in loud, clear tones. Eyeing the signet ring on her finger carefully, he fingered the gold coin on the table cautiously. Her manner was something wholly foreign to him, and he immediately took an interest in the figure, not because he thought she was anything impressive--despite the smell of magic on her--but because he couldn't fathom why any stranger would want to flaunt her identity or status in such a place as this. He seemed to retreat into his hood even further, casting a doubtful glance about the place.