The barkeep in the pub keeps a scowl on the elf's back, and says something the elf can't quite catch from the distance to one of the nearby workers. The big man walking into the bar turns with tusk at the two folks outside, and speaks with a gruntish tone.<strong>"Careful where you are going, and watch that bird!"</strong>The creature, whom can now be recognized as a half-orc, turns back to the tavern and walks inside. The boy looks ever so grateful for the food, and gives the maiden a soft nod before scuttling off.<br/><br/>The ranger's eyes are probably too focused to care much about any of that, though he would surely see all of it. As he peers around, the sight of a building down the road with the sign of a bed arched from the roof appears. It's doesn't take a genius to recognize it for an inn of sorts, and the picture of a steaming bowl beneath hints at food inside, though likely not strong drink.<br/><br/>That's when both the elf wandering off, and the ranger looking around hear a voice from the side.<strong>"Make sure you don't cause any trouble! We have enough issues without sword slingers, and strangers bogging it down anymore."</strong>The words draw to a man in a nicely made suit of scalemail, and a greataxe on his back. He looks to be in his late twenties, perhaps the captain of the defense corps in the area. He gazes hard at the two for a moment before stroking his beard, and stepping by them to walk on in to the tavern.