Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-25828117-20191026231945

Helian did the same, hitching Abaresk next to Morin.

Once they entered they were greeted by the sight of a tavern where a lady played a mournful yet beautiful piece of music on a standing harp. She did not stop despite the strangers who had entered.

Unlike the musician most other patrons did glare at the newcomers.

conversations halted and started again once that had walked past. No doubt they were talking about them.

Lysilde wished it hadn't been like this, but here they were.

She approached the innkeeper behind the counter where three elves in dashing leather armor laughed boisterously. They too stopped for a moment to regard these curious non-elves. And the one who was an elf looked like a mangy dog. Defiled by mankind no doubt.

"Hello innkeeper. We are travellers in search for accomodation."

"Travellers indeed. I must say I have never seen your kind before." The innkeeper admitted freely. He didn't seem too hot on the idea of letting them stay.

"We are with the University of Shimmerene. The Welkynars of the Aerie will confirm this." Lysilde added.

Which made the dashing altmers at the counter who overheard start talking among themselves as if to say: 'can you believe this woman?'

"The University of Shimmerene you say?" He still didn't seem to like it, but at least he bought the explenation.

"They always were a more... progressive sort. I say, it is unnatural."

Lysilde didn't care for the man's politics.

"Do you have rooms we could rent. We have good money."

"Rooms I do not no. But I have stacks of hay out in the stables."