*Looks at the two new comers. She sees the high elf and resists hissing when she walks by. She moves to the end of the bar as far from her as possible*

*Tips this happy fellow a friendly nod*

*He wonders if anyone took care of the Griffin on the roof yet. Until he knows he is going to act cheery as not to upset the creature.*

*Looks at the half elf and looks him over a bit trying to figure him out.*

I see the modestly dressed Half-Elf walks into the inn.Hmmmm
i think to myself he is cute

*Sips her ale and then looks at the human with a yawn*

*He doesn't lose the smile, but he notices the eyes on him.*

*Jericho walks into the bar. There are still a few traces of dried blood on his cloak and this clothes are very dirtied. The bandages on his hand have not been changed. He grumbles under his breath as he walks behind the bar and grabs a whole bottle of elven wine. He goes back around and sits at the bar pouring himself a glass and drinking it.*

*Looks at Jericho remembering him from a few days before. Eyes narrow for a second she shivers for a second*

I see Jericho walks into the bar.The poor man I think to myself
wishing I could help.but it is plain to see he is not in good spirits.So I just quitely sit at my table waiting to get served
for this is not my own place and it ir rude to just help ones self.

*A bit of time passes and Jericho takes drink after drink. Still grumbling inbetween glasses. He then looks down at the dirtied and bloody bandage on his left hand and sighs a bit. He stands up again and walks behind the bar and picks up the bandages he was using the day before. He starts to unwrap the bandage on his hand as he notices for the first time the person sitting at the bar. He grabs a bottle of liquor and moves to the back room with the bandages. A few moments pass and a muffled growl comes from the back room. After that Jericho comes walking back out front still tightening the new bandage around his hand holding the bottle of liquor under his arm. He doesn't put it back but rather takes it to his seat with him.*

*Sits back in the shadows and lowers her cloak. Her hair covering her ears or anything else that may decifer what she is. She looks around slowly and coughs* God what is that smell?

*Smirks a bit*

I can only imagine that would be me and when I find that accursed elf that left me in the gutter I am going to run that cuss through.

*He takes another drink*

*watches all this with interest. Perhaps this fellow works here, he wonders while waiting patiently to be served*

*Holds her nose* no no... Your fine. . . it smells more like. *coughs and looks around in the direction of the high elf* . . God what do they call it. . . .

The tension in the tavren is strong today.So I slowly get up and leave to go see if they have gotten the grifin off the roof yet,And to explore the town. As I open the door you can still hear the screams of the grifin.Out the door I go closeing it behind me

*Looks at the woman oddly for a moment as he catches on to what she was referring to. He simply shrugs*

Hey, Raquill

*He says looking over to the merchant*

You got anything in that cart that negates magical properties? Creates like a magic dead zone if you will?

She opens the door and stands there letting the sunlight fill her hair and shadow her face. She looks around seeing that the Inn is fairly busy for this time of day.
She walks in, her usual bravado apparent.
after reaching the bar...
Is Boromir around? How I would love a good drink about now.

*stands and heads out the bar into the night*

Haven't seen him

*Pours a bit of the wine out of the bottle he is holding and slides the glass away from him on the bar.*

Enjoy

*He says pointing to the glass*