<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Blint</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Elf male did not acknowledge you as you approached him with meal in hand. The moment you sat close to him though, he turned his head in your direction as his emerald green eyes took in your sight. He was clearly about to say something before you spoke up to him. He remained quiet though, visibly not wanting you around as his high and mighty mannerisms just oozed off of him. The tapping of his glass increased in pace as you continued to speak by telling the waitress to get him anything to drink on his tab. The young human woman looked over in your direction after hearing your cries towards her. Instead of saying anything though, the elvish male just raised his hand and waved her off and the young woman nodded while going back to her other customers.<br/><br/>As you continued to speak, he took notice of you once more. This time his eyes looked your figure up and down. There was an inquired look on his face as you spoke about business was probably what he was here for.  As you introduced youself and lightly chucked at your own ending of your phrase, the elf sighed and shook his head. "Listen.... Mr. Rawhide. I'm sure that you're a <em>interesting</em> person, however you are right. I am here on specific buisness, and truly don't have time to be entertaining the likes of you. Now unless you have something that you can offer me that's worth my time, or are looking to put that... steel... to proper use, then I have nothing else to say to you." His voice was soft in tone, however the word 'interesting' had venom to it and felt like a verbal whip to the face. It was at this point though that noise from the stairs would catch both yours and the elf's attention, the elf turning his head in that direction ignoring you completely now.</div></div><br/><br/>As the four of you make your ways down the stairs of the Inn, you look around and notice that the downstairs of the Inn is rather empty. There is a table at the far left end of the tavern across from the door leading out with five or so humans just enjoying themselves even though it is rather early in the morning to be that saused. Towards the middle of the room there is a few others disperced rather evenly just enjoying breakfast, all sober and all looking towards a single table to the front. That specific table has two individuals sitting there; one is a large half-orc, who has rather scraggly long hair which is tied into a pony tale while also having a thick beard. He wears not a whole lot, a hide faulds which was seemingly converted into lower body cloths designed like a kilt which one could run in without it flipping up exposing ones self in. Besides that though he has a few leather straps across his broad torso which latches onto sheaths and scabbards holding a few axes and a large great axe on his back. This half-orc is currently in the middle of a mouthful of some sort of food. The other person at that table however is a elven male with long and smooth charcol hair pulled into a tight pony tale that reaches the middle of his back. He is wearing nice robes with a slight swirling pattern. The main color is a dark blue, the swirls are a lighter blue and the trim is a silver-ish color. The elven man stands up and moves towards the four of you.<br/><br/>"Good morning to you all, I'm sorry to be of bother to you all however would one of you be Rini Orlsdotter? You would have escaped with Lifla Clawjumper from a group of bandits, a scrappy middle-aged human woman. She told me about you and the rest of your group and was hoping that I could have a word with you all." The elf stood just a hair under six foot tall, as he constantly appeard to be standing straight up in a very proper fashion. Before you could say anything though, a look of clearity came over his face and he continued to speak.<br/>"I'm terribly sorry, where are my manners. My name is Alwin Faefina, personal assistant to Lord Yenorin Fletcher of Stormhelm." With that he wrapped one of his arms around his waist, specifically his left, before bowing towards the group of you while his right arm stayed straight down towards the ground. Once he lifted himself from the bow, with his right hand he gestured towards the table with the orc still there.<br/>"Please, let us get seated and talk as I have buisness with you all. Please excuse the half-orc however, as I have no clue whom he is besides trying to tie up my time it seems." And with that he headed towards the table and would wait for you to approach, and would give you all time to speak if you wished.