A number of patrons cast suspicious glances at the white-furred 'human' and the silver haired elf woman, and a few derisive grunts accompany them.<br/><br/>Whisper finds herself facing the owner of the inn; a tall, broad-chested man with tawny skin and a muscular physique. He greets the elf with a smile, apparently not as surprised by her as some of the other humans. "That'll be eight silver. Let me know when yer ready to go to yer room an' I'll give ya the key. Why don't ya go 'n have yerself a seat 'n one o' my daughters'll bring ya that meal shortly."<br/><br/>The dark figure seated before the fireplace continues eating, apparently not noticing the tall man beside them at the fire. It's not long before one of the innkeeper's daughters brings a dish holding a hot meat pie to Jacques, handing it to him and glancing over him, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. She is a beautiful young girl, probably no older than seventeen or so, with fair skin and long, messy, auburn hair. The girl sports a trim, curvaceous figure, and her large breasts bounce a little with every step, drawing the eyes of the other travelers. She looks him over with wide eyes, obviously curious about his lineage, and opens her mouth as if to form a question, but can't seem to muster the courage to actually ask.