"Aye, I can do that." He says, turning around to the counter behind him with an oven built into it. "So, what motevates ya ta go to the embassy miss?"<br/><br/>Over the next while, he stokes the oven to life and pulls out a couple items for cooking. As the smell of eggs and biscuits begin filling the air, another man stumbles sleepily down the stairs and waves over to the innkeeper who tosses some more food on the pan. The newcomer is in fairly nice looking clothing, with slightly unkempt long brown hair, and sits himself in the corner where he rests hid head in a hand.