The elf makes her way into the in, near the time of sundown.  Clad in simple wrappings, and sandals, though a bot worn looking, wearing no armor, and few weapons carried on her person from the looks of it.  The silver haired elf brushes locks from her face, pausing in the entryway.  Looking over those who's travels have brought them here.  Moving to the bar.  "What are the prices for lodging and a simple vegetarian meal for both this evening and for the morning?" she asks.  The elf sliding her backpack onto the bar top, looking across to who is likely the owner, prepared to offer what's asked.