As the ranger walks into the tavern, the feel of a warm hearth greets him. The lobby looks kindly enough, with a middle aged woman smiling his way.<strong>"Welcome to the Cresthill Inn and eatery. You can find the food to your left, and can secure a room here at the desk."</strong>The middle aged woman's eyes do roam over the weapons and armor, but it's obvious that well armed individuals aren't such a rarity that it brings alarm instead of caution.<br/><br/>From this distance, the ranger would easily be able to pick out the details inside the eatery. Food does seem abundant, and it's definitely where the more trained class dines and drinks. Some merchants of higher standing are seated, though many of them seem stressed at the situation. The eatery for it's part is large enough to seat the entire inns residents, with a rectangular bar in the middle. Smells of light liquors can be had, but nothing as strong as those in the tavern.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Elven Witch finds herself no shortage of people out on the streets. Some glance to her curiously, obviously not use to seeing such creatures wandering about. Never the less, she makes it to the mayors house in due time, the largest house in the entire village. The two story house sits in the center of the village, a good acreage of land gated off around it with animals couped in the bins. No guards patrol the area, but everyone has heard of the manservant that makes sure the mayor needs no such guards.