Thomas sighs. Always having to do things the hard way. It wasn't like they really hurt anyone. Except bandits. And guards. And people who got in their way. And (lightly) Elves that didn't want to strip. And...<br/><br/>Thomas continued to catalog the individuals they had harmed as he wandered back to the Inn with an annoyed sigh. He wanders over to their companion, shrugging.<br/><br/>"If there are any Elves, they went to ground. What is it with them and always wanting to do this the hard way. All we want to do is take their clothes off."<br/><br/>He sighs, the sigh of a man unjustly put upon. He looks over at the Bartender.<br/><br/>"Give me... something to drink. I have no idea what you call it. Something that doesn't taste like swill, candy, or anything other then just alcohol."<br/><br/>He looks back at Mei.<br/><br/>"Maybe we should offer to strip you first. Put everyone at ease."