From behind the bar, a dark haired half elf woman smiles happily at you.  "We have some raisin oatmeal and fruit, miss.  Or anything else you'd like to order."  Then, as you get closer, she says, "You have lovely fur!  I wish I had a kitty with fur like that.  Though... did you forget your clothes?"<br/><br/>The room is mostly empty.  An elf is picking at some eggs and bacon, and the ogre is there, drinking from some sort of mug.  The elf is a young handsome bloke, tall and thin, lightly armored, with a longsword, shortsword, and longbow laying in the chair next to him.  The ogre is clothed in animal skins, though not like a caveman, more skins cut and sewn to make a tunic and a pair of breeches.  He looks up at you, and gives you a nervous smile.<br/><br/>[She probably has a good nose for scent, right?  Make a Spot roll, but subtract 5.  There's a scent in the area, but you aren't exactly sure what it is.<br/>