He nods. "There's a good place, just two streets that way, that caters to the more magically inclined. It's quieter than most, and they serve wine and cheeses instead of good, hard ales," he says with a gap-toothed grin.<br/><br/>The inn was much as he described it; catering to the quieter, more intellectual sort, he spots the first elf he's seen, since entering the city, relaxing at one of the tables, a male, with a few of the local mages, from the looks of it.