Alaedra is a little surprised at the quality of the food, maybe she should have dared to order the meat rare as she prefers, even though it's more 'human' fare than she's accustomed too. Not that staples like bread and cheese are foreign to drow, they just aren't made from the same grain or the same animal's milk, and then whatever else they do to make milk into cheese.<br/><br/>Alaedra does eye the man as he comes in, appraisingly, finding his strange appearance and primal odor both off-putting. His mention of Malar gives Alaedra pause, from the way he used it it must be the name of his deity, and Alaedra feels as though she can almost remember something about it.<br/><br/>She directs her thoughts back to her next step as she finishes her meal, finally deciding that she should at least explore the possibility offered by seeking out this Fair Lady. Alaedra rises from her seat, makes sure she's got the extra water and food packed, and heads back out of the little tavern/pawnshop.