Jason finished he last of the meat and cheese impaled on the dagger as someone else entered. The elf was dressed in an interesting fashion, and looked like a strong sneeze might blow her right through the wall... so he decided that she must either be some sort of spell caster or a decent thief. In either case, he was amused that neither of the women would partake of the meal offered. Personally, it would be far easier, and less costly to simply arrange a trap on the stairs if someone wanted to kill them, and it made little sense to make a general announcement for work and poison random strangers... getting a bad reputation and the eyes of the authorities looking into things. "It's either to the east, or I've heard, far, far to the west, across some significant ocean of some sort." He leaned forward, his jacket opening to reveal the well made tunic under the silk of the jacket. He speared some more meat and cheese and dragged another mug of mead toward him as he relaxed... or at least seemed to relax, and continued his meal... but his left hand always remained empty, if anyone was perceptive enough to notice.