Aicelia giggles a bit, her hand squeezing the wolf's cold nose as its weight partially bears on her, though she apparantly does not really mind his attention as she then reaches that hand to scritch him softly behind the ears. "Sorry, brother, I have no meat." Her attention by this time, though, has gravitated to the innkeep, as she raises an eyebrow to him.<br/><br/>"Another one? Oh, woe, I am glad to hear.. the less of them around, the less troubles plague the farmer." She places her fist on the bartop, declaring in typical elven paladin snobbish righteousness. "I will form a party of brave heroes and flush out and vanquish the evil scum terrorizing the townsfolk from the dank depths of the dungeon!" A pause, as she glances around the bar. "Or we will, anyway. Right guys? And lady?" No room for argument, as she looks around the room for any more potential wannabe adventurers, absently tweaking the wolf's ear with her free hand now.