The streets are empty, at least main ones. In docks sound of drunken sailors echo in the city. Many inn ligths are out and signs put out for 'Closed'. But there was one inn with still ligths on this late night and it was 'Greenrose Inn'. Sign was simple; thorned green rose held by hand and worn carved gold letters for 'Inn'. When Quinn opens the door she walks in to bar room which was mostly empty, expect single ligthed lattern in bar which brought faint light to feast hall. In the counter was standing a handsome human man, he clearly has something extra in his blood. Elf, or perhaps fey, as his hair is brilliant green and so does his eyes. His skin fair and small playful smile in his lips while cleaning ale mug. He looks up to Quinn, smiles and says in melodic musical voice; "Welcome to Greenrose Inn, how I can help you lady? Warm food, cool ale, warm clean beds, bath or massage?"