The bartender simply reached into his pocket and handed a small pouch over as he spoke some incomprehensible words. He placed the bag on the table and spoke up. "I think it fair te warn ye all... Some adventures don't know what they're doin. all the maps here ye are gonna be gettin are made by said adventurers. Elda, ye have a map to that please, righ'?" Elda nodded. "Well she has the map ye be needin. Le's just hope it gets ye to the right place." The bartender looked at Eoa and shrugged. "I am no cleric.... I canna make anythin but strong drinks and fireballs. Still we'll have as much healin as ye need upstairs. I could work out a plan if ye like but that'll wait fer later. Yer 400's in the pouch."<br/><br/>Elda chewed on her bread piece and looked over as Gaven entered. She was entranced by his appearance and stood up instantly. She always had had a certain thing for people with elven ancestry. This man's ears weren't quite elven but they had enough of a point to be at least half. it was in this moment that Elda turned on her halo of light, half power, of course, giving her a slight glow that absolutely seethed with proof of her good nature and alignment. She stepped up and smiled. "Hello, mind if I join you?"