"Then get a plate!" the slim, chain-clad elf grins to the silver-haired man as she approaches the bar with her now empty plate, returning the now empty dish to the barmaid with a nod and a murmured, "Thank you all for your kind hospitality," before turning back to the man, and adding with a cheerful smile, "You won't regret it, I give you my word, nothing else in the world beats a nice meal to wake one up and prepare for whatever the Gods see fit to throw at us each shining morning. Though I'm glad the cook's food isn't any better, else we'd find everyone in here eating away every candlemark, without enjoying any of the finer points in life."<br/><br/>She pauses for breath, idly taking a seat next to the man as her eyes fall on the halfling, and she eyes her with a contemplative gaze, not hostile by any stretch, but apparantly not too trusting of the little folk either. A hand moves to her pouch to make sure it's still there. Then she hmms to the man, "You're not from around these parts, then, are you?"