Drake had arrived in Hazlet late last night, and slept<em>very</em>comfortably in one of the tavern's rooms for rent upstairs, then spent the morning exploring the town.  Right now, he was happily regaling the buxom, blonde barmaid who'd helped him get so comfortable with (only slightly exaggerated) stories of his travels.  That was made slightly more difficult by the fact that he was also eyeing the gorgeous Elf girl, and the tiny, sexy little number that just walked in.  Fortunately, he'd had a lot of practice with those sorts of distractions.