Moving farther into the city, Alyndra begins drawing the attention of a few of the commonfolk. With her dress and her ears looking very much different from theirs, she draws a few stares from the women and children, and with her cleavage so seemingly proudly on display, she draws the attention of several men as well.<br/><br/>She can smell the freshly baked bread of the town's bakery, though not without the smell of the animal manure in the streets, which is being scooped up and thrown into a wheelbarrow by a young boy. She smells the food cooking in the tavern, which seems to be the central meeting place of the townsfolk with people going in and coming out. Alyndra also catches the scent of burning wood and the ring of a blacksmith's hammer coming from the corner of the town.<br/><br/>Entering the tavern, she sees a few men playing cards at a table, another two men sitting and chatting at a corner table, and one man sitting by himself drinking ale. The barkeep is cleaning a clay mug when he looks up to see her, looking first at her face, then at her cleavage, and again at her face, as several of the other men do.<br/><br/>"Welcome, miss! We don't get a lot of elves in these parts, but we're happy to serve. What can I get ye? I've got beef stew and a little roasted mutton if ye like, and the finest ale for fifty miles," he says, gesturing to one of the barstools in front of him at the bar. The men playing cards stop for a moment to look her over, as do the pair of men chatting.