Bob scratched his head as he watched everyone in the city start locking themselves inside.<br/><br/>"Guys?" he called out, finding himself the only one still standing in the street. "Um... about those elves?"<br/><br/>Bob wasn't about to let himself get discouraged. The others had gone into the inn, but he wanted to stretch his legs and meet some new people. He whistled to himself as he picked out a door at random, strolling up to the house and knocking loudly.<br/><br/>"Hey, is anyone home?" he called out. "We're just looking for some elves. Have you seen any? We're definitely not planning on kidnapping anyone and selling them to orcs as slaves, so you could come out?"<br/><br/>He knocked a few more times.<br/><br/>"My name's Bob O'Malley! What's your name? Or names? Hello? Are you home?"