The innkeeper grins, seeing the coins in the glass. "Ya know ya needn't bribe me, lass; fair folk are rare in these lands, so it's always nice ta see one." The traveler who had been seated in front of the fireplace steps up to the bar, placing her dish down. The innkeeper turns to her and his grin flashes again, his cheeks growing rosy. "Gwahaha! I thought it might be you, sly fox!" He laughs, looking the young traveler over. "What a day, to have an Elf and a pri- well, an old friend, walk into my inn on the same night. But excuse me a moment, lass," he says, turning back to Whisper. "Were ya going to head up to your room now, miss Elf?" he reaches under the bar and fumbles around a bit, then places a key in front of Whisper. "There's yer key if ya are."<br/>