Kelda shrugged. "As you like."<br/><br/>Unless they had other things they wanted to do first, the Ulfen woman would lead them a few blocks into the city, in the Horn Quarter. This section of the city looked more like a village, grown massive; the houses are long, stone structures, with gardens both around the building, and built into the roofs. The building they stopped at was simpler larger, and taller, than the others around it, and lacked a garden, with a partially filled stable replacing it.<br/><br/>Kelda would lead the way inside; long rowns of solid, wooden tables filled the room, along with a couple dozen Ulfen men and women, dressed in furs and leathers. The room was smoky, from the two fires at either end, and the large, roaring fire in the middle, which were being used to roast fresh meat. Waitresses moved amongst the patrons, delivering platters of food, and mugs of fresh, foamy ale, as Kelda led them to one of the tables, the elf and the Varisian looking decidedly out of place, though no one commented.